Ichor Liquor and Big Bad Wolf

JP with Tarmen, Alexis, Gonyaul, and Voah

Wim woke slightly to the pain of the needle and tried to move away.
"Stop Wolf!" He said, "I do not want to fight you."

At Wim’s exclamation Alexis whirled around with a sinking feeling. Had they fallen victim to the mould?

Oh no… if Blackwolf did this, where was he and what kind of shape was he in? Even though they came to find both her and Tarmen in the depths of Ypogeios, Voah couldn’t help but bland herself for this.

She wished there was more she could do for Wim’s pain, but she held him like a child and spoke softly to him to try and keep him calm so he didn’t fail and hurt himself more.

Tarmen couldn’t recall knowing a Wolf, but the context was there. Explained the wounds easily and he didn’t need any other questions.
Focusing on keeping his hands steady, Tarmen spoke to the air.
“Someone, get my pack, would you? Give him an egg to calm his nerves.”
The leg was coming along nicely, though he could already see a redness about the wound that would need real attention, not just a patch up.

Gonyaul arrived back to the group out of breath just a few seconds before Tarmen’s request. He had searched the immediate area topside as fast as he could and found nothing. No Boyce and no clues, was Boyce still underground? Gonyaul knew better than to go down below alone.

He swallowed with a dry mouth and ran off again to retrieve the pack. Right before he grabbed it, he remembered the warning about mould and how their two friends had been exposed to it and be cautious. He took two stones, one in each hand, and picked up the bag by pressing them hard together to create a holding grip, at the slack part at the top, so he didn’t touch it. He then returned and placed the pack down carefully on the ground next to Voah.

He threw the stones away and shook his arms to get rid of the burning fatigue from using a plyometric hold. He looked on as a concerned spectator.

Tarmen looked at Voah, giving her a silent order, it had become their way. She paused for a moment as if questioning. He was the doctor.

They would be performing "frontier" medicine on Wim, using one of the beast's eggs. Voah wasn't sure what the egg would do. It could help, make him sick, or even kill him, but she was betting on it being safe if the mould-folk used them in their food.

She took a deep breath steadying herself for the disgusting act she was about to perform.

"Wim, I am sorry, but do your best to swallow this down... like a shot." she said firmly.

She didn't give him a chance to reply as she held the egg above Wim's face and grabbed his jaw with one hand. She then squeezed the rubbery thing so that it squelched and popped open, spilling it's viscous alcoholic contents into his mouth. An ichor liquor. She immediately followed it up with the waterskin.

The smell of the contents of the egg, coupled with that of the wound, was an affront to Gonyaul’s olfactory senses. The viscous ichor as it ran down into Wim’s mouth only gave an awful flavor to what he imagined it tasted like; both in texture and taste.

He gagged. Then backed away one step with an apologetic hand over his mouth and gagged again. He was going to lose it.

Gonyaul had to turn away and move off a few paces trying to compose himself before it was too late.

Wim gasped and gurgles a bit and made a face that could only convey absolute disgust. He swallowed and let out a scream after. As the needle did it’s work tears ran down his cheeks and he willed himself to blackout before the next stitch came.
A vision of his father came to him taunting him to “Man up” to fight the pain and be strong like his brother. Wim’s breathing came is short hard pants as he pushed his anger at the pain. His eyes opened intense trying to see what was going on. They and not there at the same time.

Clearly the Lord had not had to suffer such pain before and he seemed to be struggling with something internally as well. The mould?

She wanted to tell him he would be alright but that would have been dishonest as she had no idea how his body would react nor how bad things were already.

"I've got you. Here, hold my hand." Voah tried to keep her voice calm and soothing.

"Look at me. You can do this."

Tarmen continued his stitching.