((Well, sad to say but I'm not going to be on for 2 or 3 months. So with that this is the story I bring you all. Hopefully, I'm back before 2.0 lunches. ))
I'm surprised that I'm able to write anything in my condition. I can't go into deep detail about what happened... At least I don't think I can... I'm sure, regardless if I can or not, I don't think that it would be wise to document any event regarding my new association with a group of... kindhearted, well mannered, fellow adventurers that I have been acquainted with. Anyway, the point is, while taking on a mission that involved a dangerous beast I didn't know about until I saw it, I was injured pretty badly with a gash in my arm. I didn't know about the injury until a while after that battle, and didn't think that it was to serious. Since I didn't know how long it would be until I could get it checked out, I decided to wrap my arm with the dirty sleeve of my gear. When I did get it checked out, apparently it was infected, twice. First was a type of venom that was lethal if not treated after a few days, and the second was from my dirty sleeve. I didn't find out about the infections until I was visited by an alchemist and a thaumaturge after waking up, drenched in sweat as I had nightmares about everything melting and being set on fire, trying to escape with my life intact. What made matters worse was that my sister, Detany, decided to show up at the worst of times.
"My Twelve! What happened to you?" she asked as she walked in the door. I should have never gave her permission to walk in just about whenever.
"Why are you here?" I asked her.
"I haven't heard from you in a few days, so answer my question," she told me.
"You are not my mother in case you've forgotten. And I'm not telling you."
"Why not?"
"I don't need to tell you every event in my life."
"Who did this to you?"
"Who said it was a person?" I mumbled to myself.
"Mr. Rickkon, we have been able to get samples of the venom to make a remedy to treat it," the alchemist announced.
"Venom? A monster did this to you?!"
"Why in Eorzea would you tell me that while she is panicking over this?" I asked.
"We're doing our job," the alchemist reminded.
"Yeah, yeah."
"And we're just about finished," he added just before pouring a liquid over my wound, making me yell in pain. "Now, we're done."
"You could have given me a warning before making me feel worse for the moment, dirty ewe."
"What were you doing for this to happen to you?" Detany asked.
"I'm not telling you."
"I'm going to close the wound, so brace yourself. This is going to burn," the thaumaturge told me.
Luckily the fire didn't hurt as bad as a liquid dripping into my flesh. I was feeling a bit worse than I was before they came. I had never felt this terrible in my life.
"You may feel a bit more sick than before, but after a while you should feel better," the alchemist told me.
"When you say a while-"
"I'll say about a month or so."
"A month?"
"Or longer, it all depends on if you decide to stay in bed and rest or go out fighting peiste that you have no business fighting. If you continue to resist your rest, you might get worse, and we don't want that do we?"
"No!" Detany blurted out. "Sorry..."
"Thank you two for your help," I told them.
"It was a pleasure, Mr. Rickkon. Please get your rest. We'll be back, but the more rest you get the faster you will feel better. Remember that."
"I will," Detany and I told them.
"And I will make sure that he gets all the rest he needs," she added.
I only glared at her before getting the urge to puke from the medicine I was given. I knew that with my sister being here in my condition, she was only going to annoy me more than when we were kids. The next month or so was going to be hell in my own home. So much for trying to make more for myself...
I'm surprised that I'm able to write anything in my condition. I can't go into deep detail about what happened... At least I don't think I can... I'm sure, regardless if I can or not, I don't think that it would be wise to document any event regarding my new association with a group of... kindhearted, well mannered, fellow adventurers that I have been acquainted with. Anyway, the point is, while taking on a mission that involved a dangerous beast I didn't know about until I saw it, I was injured pretty badly with a gash in my arm. I didn't know about the injury until a while after that battle, and didn't think that it was to serious. Since I didn't know how long it would be until I could get it checked out, I decided to wrap my arm with the dirty sleeve of my gear. When I did get it checked out, apparently it was infected, twice. First was a type of venom that was lethal if not treated after a few days, and the second was from my dirty sleeve. I didn't find out about the infections until I was visited by an alchemist and a thaumaturge after waking up, drenched in sweat as I had nightmares about everything melting and being set on fire, trying to escape with my life intact. What made matters worse was that my sister, Detany, decided to show up at the worst of times.
"My Twelve! What happened to you?" she asked as she walked in the door. I should have never gave her permission to walk in just about whenever.
"Why are you here?" I asked her.
"I haven't heard from you in a few days, so answer my question," she told me.
"You are not my mother in case you've forgotten. And I'm not telling you."
"Why not?"
"I don't need to tell you every event in my life."
"Who did this to you?"
"Who said it was a person?" I mumbled to myself.
"Mr. Rickkon, we have been able to get samples of the venom to make a remedy to treat it," the alchemist announced.
"Venom? A monster did this to you?!"
"Why in Eorzea would you tell me that while she is panicking over this?" I asked.
"We're doing our job," the alchemist reminded.
"Yeah, yeah."
"And we're just about finished," he added just before pouring a liquid over my wound, making me yell in pain. "Now, we're done."
"You could have given me a warning before making me feel worse for the moment, dirty ewe."
"What were you doing for this to happen to you?" Detany asked.
"I'm not telling you."
"I'm going to close the wound, so brace yourself. This is going to burn," the thaumaturge told me.
Luckily the fire didn't hurt as bad as a liquid dripping into my flesh. I was feeling a bit worse than I was before they came. I had never felt this terrible in my life.
"You may feel a bit more sick than before, but after a while you should feel better," the alchemist told me.
"When you say a while-"
"I'll say about a month or so."
"A month?"
"Or longer, it all depends on if you decide to stay in bed and rest or go out fighting peiste that you have no business fighting. If you continue to resist your rest, you might get worse, and we don't want that do we?"
"No!" Detany blurted out. "Sorry..."
"Thank you two for your help," I told them.
"It was a pleasure, Mr. Rickkon. Please get your rest. We'll be back, but the more rest you get the faster you will feel better. Remember that."
"I will," Detany and I told them.
"And I will make sure that he gets all the rest he needs," she added.
I only glared at her before getting the urge to puke from the medicine I was given. I knew that with my sister being here in my condition, she was only going to annoy me more than when we were kids. The next month or so was going to be hell in my own home. So much for trying to make more for myself...
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