"Hey big boy... wake up!"
B5 stirred from his stupor. He felt... a bit...dizzy. Somewhere within the canals of his ears, several large bells were clanging furiously, sending shock waves to the thing in between his ears.
Through his blurry vision, he could see that the rest of the troop were gathered around him, concern contorting their faces.
Less the ever-present Mai-Noot, that is.
The troop began talking all at once. Making the ringing in his ears louder (and more echo-ey).
"What happened, man?"
"Ya blacked-out or something?"
"You crazy or what? You don't get a bloody nose from black-outs!"
"Chill, dude..."
"Yeah... let's help B5 up. What can we do now?"
The men paused for a while, thinking hard.
"We could use the first aid kit...." B3 suggested. "My mum used to put a cold compress on my bloody cuts to stop the bleeding and swelling".
"Okay...get the cold compre....hang on a sec..." said B1 "Do we even have a first aid kit in the first place?"
"Err...guys... I think it hasn't been invented yet." B4 cautioned. "Just like the ICE (In Case of Emergency) numbers."
"Hnh? I thought everyone has that" countered B3.
"Dude...this is different. Your mum's a Druid-Wizard! We're just hirelings!" snapped B1.
"Sorrrrrreeeeeeeyyy... how was I to know?" B3 whined.
"Uh...okay then...what else can we use?" B2 quickly asked, breaking the mounting tension.
"We could use some Juniper berry pulp in cool stream water..." offered B3.
B1 eyed B3 suspiciously. "What's Juniper? Do we even have that here?"
"Aren't they used as spice or something?" quipped B2. "Like in 500 years time?"
"Good grief, men! Find something that can work right now!" yelled B1 in panic and exasperation.
The troop quickly scattered and scurried about, looking for something... anything that may work as a compress.
"Found something!" B3 triumphantly held up a stretch of bright pink coarse silk in his right hand, and a chunk of ice from the middling stream in his left.
The troop reconverged.
"Think that'll work?"
"Worth a try."
"Let's do it then!"
By the time they returned their full attention to B5, he had passed out and (briefly) recovered his senses a grand total of four (4) times, vomited some watery fluid, and performed a quick Quidicilly dance before returning to unconsciousness.
B5 stirred from his stupor. He felt... a bit...dizzy. Somewhere within the canals of his ears, several large bells were clanging furiously, sending shock waves to the thing in between his ears.
Through his blurry vision, he could see that the rest of the troop were gathered around him, concern contorting their faces.
Less the ever-present Mai-Noot, that is.
The troop began talking all at once. Making the ringing in his ears louder (and more echo-ey).
"What happened, man?"
"Ya blacked-out or something?"
"You crazy or what? You don't get a bloody nose from black-outs!"
"Chill, dude..."
"Yeah... let's help B5 up. What can we do now?"
The men paused for a while, thinking hard.
"We could use the first aid kit...." B3 suggested. "My mum used to put a cold compress on my bloody cuts to stop the bleeding and swelling".
"Okay...get the cold compre....hang on a sec..." said B1 "Do we even have a first aid kit in the first place?"
"Err...guys... I think it hasn't been invented yet." B4 cautioned. "Just like the ICE (In Case of Emergency) numbers."
"Hnh? I thought everyone has that" countered B3.
"Dude...this is different. Your mum's a Druid-Wizard! We're just hirelings!" snapped B1.
"Sorrrrrreeeeeeeyyy... how was I to know?" B3 whined.
"Uh...okay then...what else can we use?" B2 quickly asked, breaking the mounting tension.
"We could use some Juniper berry pulp in cool stream water..." offered B3.
B1 eyed B3 suspiciously. "What's Juniper? Do we even have that here?"
"Aren't they used as spice or something?" quipped B2. "Like in 500 years time?"
"Good grief, men! Find something that can work right now!" yelled B1 in panic and exasperation.
The troop quickly scattered and scurried about, looking for something... anything that may work as a compress.
"Found something!" B3 triumphantly held up a stretch of bright pink coarse silk in his right hand, and a chunk of ice from the middling stream in his left.
The troop reconverged.
"Think that'll work?"
"Worth a try."
"Let's do it then!"
By the time they returned their full attention to B5, he had passed out and (briefly) recovered his senses a grand total of four (4) times, vomited some watery fluid, and performed a quick Quidicilly dance before returning to unconsciousness.
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