35 Treatmen (1/2)

Joe stumbles on the hill before collapsing with a loud thud. Dust clouds flutter down on the village, signifying the fall of their guardian spirit. Gasps can be heard as Elanor leaps up to the top of the hill.

”You know I suck at healing,” she says glancing over her shoulder at the bush. ”Well, we don't have time to send for help. Just do what you can,” John replies sighing. ”Alright what do I have?” the beauty ponders as she searches through her inter spatial ring.

John then looks at the man on the boulder, pierced by the Stone Porcupine herb. It is quite a gruesome sight to see a human pin cushion. ”Do you think they'll come back for revenge?” John asks with a sigh. ”Probably not. Thanks to your trick they think a Preeminent stage master is around. I doubt that they would want to pick a fight, with someone like that,” the fairy replies.

Then she tips her head to the side in thought. She shakes her head before continuing, ”Perhaps if they think your hurt and can extort you. But even that may be dangerous for them. It depends on whether their idiots I guess.” When she finishes, she flips her hair in disdain.

”If you were going to be so upset about healing the big guy you should have tried from the start,” John lectures. Elanor roles her eyes and replies, ”if I want lectures about proper etiquette, I'll just head back to my master.” An awkward silence looms over the hill, as the conversation ends.

Gregory motions to the other men while saying, ”we may not be able to help. But if we can we owe it to him.” The other two men nod before climbing the hill. The demonic beast has saved their lives twice now. He helps them out when they are in trouble and watches over them when they are not. Yet all they've done for the beast is feed it some vegetables. They owe this demonic beast too much.

”Alright, you guys stitch up his wounds,” Elanor says without looking at the men who just arrived. She then throws needles and threads at the men. Gregory catches them and looks at the beast. ”Even weaklings like you can use that needle. If you want to save him, don't just stand there work,” Elanor says in a monotone voice, as if reading their minds.

”What a waste...” She mumbles well rubbing her head in frustration. She then winds up her arm her muscles rippling as she smashes her fist into the ground. A large crater is formed by the massive force.

She then takes out a pitcher which she pours into the hole. The water doesn't stop even after the pitcher should have long been empty. Slowly filling up the large crater forming a small pond.

Next, she throws some medicine into the pond. ”Alright, are you happy stupid bush?” she complains. The men look at her with an odd expression, but quickly continue their work. ”Thanks for your help, I'll repay you someday. Now it's all up to him if he can survive or not,” John says in Elanors head while waving his branch.

Down at the bottom of the hill, Marsha is looking around curiously. When she notices Laurel, she waves to the girl, ”Laurel! Have you seen Donna around?” Laurel nods responding, ”Yeah.” Marsha gives a queer smile before asking, ”Where is she then?” ”Didn't she follow her dad?” the girl replies with a shrug. Marsha looks up at the hill, and indeed there is the little girl scrambling near the top.

The men grunt and sweat as they sew up the demonic beast's wounds. While Elanor had said it would be easy to pierce the hide, it actually took all their strength. The difficulty only makes them more determined to complete their task. Their eyes blaze with determination and focus.