the unauthorized practice of medicine

Dimosthenes · 02-07-2022, 02:35 PM

D i m o s t h e n e s

While Dimosthenes was still whining and complaining to himself in mutters -- which were made up of probably one non-swear word to ten that were -- about the pain, a soft voice called out to him. He took a second to process that, yes, that was a wolf, and yes, the word was his name, and yes, it was a wolf he knew. Gilgamesh. The only wolf he'd actually talked to since the Long Night, which made him feel more than a little pathetic, but that was neither here nor there.

He had gotten down into the hole without getting hurt at all, which was embittering, but Dime wasn't about to allow himself to snap at someone who was probably his only help for at least a while. Gilgamesh asked if he was okay. "Mostly. Shit, man, falling hurts." He smiled a little. He didn't want Gilgamesh to think he was some kind of weak worm. The last time they'd seen each other, Dime had been crying, but he could make that up if he tried hard enough now. "My legs are pretty much all right. It's just my tail." He was no healer, but he couldn't move the tip of his tail and that didn't seem like a good sign.

"Speech"

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