Draining An Ocean of Memory

"Ari… I can't." Áskell panted as he collapsed onto his chest and belly, gasping for air. Emerald green ooze dripped from his nose and open mouth. It tasted terrible but nothing seemed to quell its flow. The macaque named Ari bounded over to him, running a small hand over the top of his head. "C'mon Áskell, we must get you to a healer, back at your pack. You remember the pack don't you? Tojo-kai?"

Áskell shook his head. He didn't really remember much of anything as it pertained to himself. He assumed his name was Áskell because that was what the macaque kept tellling him. He remember how to fight, how to make fire, how to craft clay bowls. He remember a myriad of seemingly useless information compared to who he was and where he came from. He had vague recollections of a father… and a brother, but no mother. No other siblings. Not that it probably mattered since he was pretty sure he was dying. Pneumonia brought on by the resurrgence of the ooze infection made him weak.

Ari moved behind him and started pushing at his butt. He laid his head down. No. He was too tired. Let the chattering creature carry on as it would. Frustrated, Ari slapped Áskell's rear. "You stubborn ass!" Ari looked to Kári. "Go, see if you can find a healer, ideally one of our own. Be swift!" With a swift not the raven took off in search of the healers.