Shit, you look like a damn punchin' bag. How's the head, huh?
a bit dizzy, a little blood, I'm fine
Fine my ass. You're lucky I got your sorry ass outta there before those fuckers turned you into shark bait. Come on, let's get you patched up.
he stands, stepping towards the room thanks Ryder...
Don't mention it, Groschro. Just keep your head down and follow my lead.
gotcha, by the way, my name is also groeschro
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Names don't matter right now. We've got bigger shit to deal with.
Alright, first things first, let's get you cleaned up. leads Groschro to a nearby sink
He winces slightly as he sits down, waiting for further instructions.
Alright, hold still. This might sting a bit. takes a wet cloth and gently wipes away the blood from Groschro's face
Don't thank me yet, the job's not done. pauses briefly to inspect the wound Looks like you took a good one to the head.
Oh, watch your mouth, smartass. I may be rough around the edges, but I ain't no brain surgeon.
<Despite Rylee Rose's best efforts, Groschro's injury becomes infected and he develops a high fever>
He groans, laying on his bed in the infirmary
Fuck, Groschro, this ain't good. You're burning up. rushes to grab a thermometer and takes his temperature Damn, you're running a fever.
grimaces as he feels the cold glass against his forehead Fuck...I feel like hell.
immediately grabs a bottle of antipyretics and hands it to Groschro Here, take this. It should help bring down your fever.
Swallows the pills dry, grimacing at the taste Shit, those are bitter as hell.
Bitter or not, they'll do the trick. Now lie back and let me work my magic.
Shut up and quit being a smartass, I'm trying to help you. grabs a damp towel and places it on Groschro's forehead There, that should cool you down a bit. Just relax and let me take care of you.
yeah...there is another thing you could do for me
What is it, sweetheart? Spit it out. continues to tend to Groschro's fever