@Firebrand
Irafaris looked to Bella "Everyone here needs to be in the best shape possible, no exceptions."
Irafaris looked to Bella "Everyone here needs to be in the best shape possible, no exceptions."
Uriah cringed. "Can you hold out for 20 more minutes?"
“Just hurry,” Jemma urged. “I’m sure you guys will be okay for that long.”
Bella sighed, "Fine. Do whatever will make you feel better. I give up!"
Uriah whipped the reins. The shaladors forged onward.
(TIME SKIP
20 minutes and 9 seconds later)
They skidded to a halt. Uriah sighed and slumped in his seat. "We're here."
"Try not to squirm, this might hurt." Zoe warned as she uncorked the bottle and poured the liquid over the wound.
Bella winced as the potion flowed over the scratch. She sighed as they arrived, "Thank god!"
Jemma hopped out of her seat and hurried over to Uriah. “You sure you’re alright? Some of those look bad.” She gestured to his cuts and bruises.
Uriah bit his lip. "I might need a little something so they don't get infected. And maybe wrap my head. But otherwise I think I'm good."
"Everyone's good right?" Zoe checked as she was filled with relief that they were finally here.
“That’s not exactly good, but I can work with that,” Jemma smiled. “Would cotton work?”
Bella hopped out of the wagon and stretched. First things first, her cut needed to be properly taken care of.
"Yeah I think so. Anything long and remotely like cloth."
Irafaris checked himself "i'm good."
“Got it.” Jemma climbed out of the wagon and walked over to a cluster of plants on the side of the road they’d carved. (I know cotton isn’t a bush but bear with me here) She extended her hand and helped the plants grow, twisting the fluffy thingies into a small sheet of cloth like material. She ran back over to the wagon and climbed in. “Here.” She offered it to Uriah.
(Scuse me, but they have med supplies in the wagon)
"Thanks." Uriah took the strip and wrapped it around his head. "At lest it will stop the bleeding…" He thought out loud.
(And the sound of crickets could be heard….)
(i'm having to do things, sorry)
(And I am brain dead at the moment.)
(Things are fien son)
(Tragic)
(Yes.)
“Well no shist, if it was letting blood gush out like a volcano we would have a problem.”
Uriah giggled. "Yeah I guess." He paused. 'How're you? Any scratches?"
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