Boys Don't Cry - The Cure

A temporary double satchel slapped his sides, filled to the brim, as he walked back in toward the Col from the Devil's Spout. When all this was over he wondered if Vesper would like to visit the geyser. It would be nice to help her explore more and get her out of the confines of the clinic. She was probably itching to explore.

The evening found Oleander wearily trotting into the clinic to offload the bag of fresh herbs. Many mushrooms and flowers and whole plants tumbled out. There he stood looking at each ingredient but kept rubbing his eyes and shaking his head, it was as if he couldn't see them. He should have acknowledged Vesper as he entered, but he forgot.

He spent his nights pacing around the obelisk or hallway outside the clinic, not wanting to disturb Vesper while she slept, or pacing within his room. Muttering about the symptoms of the patients, some of them had running noses and coughs, breathing raspy... respiratory, others had hallucinations and twitches...nervous system... If they spend too long in the woods they start getting respiratory effects. Others from eating the blighted meat get nervous system attacks. Was it two different blights or just one that attacked both systems?

His head thunked on the table where he had placed all the ingredients. His limbs trembled with fatigue. A tear escaped his eye and fell over his plain white cheek as he struggled to see through his viridian eyes at the ingredients.

"Speech!"