He whimpered softly and closed his eyes against the light that greeted his hazy and muddled mind. "Mmmm hurts." He felt strange...Dlet's healing magic mixed with blood loss mixed with the sheer trauma of brute force was not a pleasant thing to wake up from.
The worst of the wounds had been reduced by Dlet, but his back was torn up in strips, and a gargling whine began in the back of his throat when he was touched. He bit his lip furiously. He was suddenly reminded quite vividly of the fight when he promised himself he wouldn't scream, he wouldn't scream...
Dr. Lawn hesitated a moment around the prosthetic, examining it closely. "Amazing," he said softly, then got back to work. Interesting things could wait. He had a patient to fix. After making sure that it probably wouldn't become infected, he stitched the few major gashes. Sam, meanwhile, figited nervously.
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"I'm going to try," he replied slightly caustically. "That is, if you get out of my way."
"Sorry." Sam took a step back.
Mossy dipped a cloth in some water boiled to purity. "This may sting a bit," he said before starting to clean the wounds.
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He took a ragged breath.
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