Billy Goat's Gruff - Dogo you thief!

The medic fussed over Dogo, while Cain and Mal watched with worry. “How’s he looking?” Mal asked the medic, nodding to Dogo.

“Might have fractured his larynx. He got some swelling that isn’t helping …” The medic said pulling a long needle out. “...he's also got some pressure building in his chest cavity. He’ll be fine …” She said disinfecting a spot in Dogo side before sliding the needle in, unscrewing the plunger there was a hiss of air and Dogo let out a relieved gasp taking in a lung full of air.

“Easy bruh,” Mal said, patting Dogos’s shin where he sat in the back with Cain. “You’re gonna be okay. We’ll get you fixed up.”

Doggo tapped something quickly, motioning for Mal to come closer.

Mal did as his brother asked, leaning in as Dogo weakly grabbed his hand. “It’s okay little brother,” Mal assured him. “You’re going to be okay.”

Dogo looked slightly disgusted at his older brother’s display of concern, he wasn’t looking for reassurance. Instead, he pressed a small object into Mal’s hand, closing his fingers around it to show its importance.

Opening his hand, a smile spread across Mal’s face. He was holding the small baggie with the little black pill inside. Dogo must have boosted it from the girl. “Is this?”

Dogo nodded slightly.

“Damn, Dogo! I could hug you!” Mal explained, causing Dogo to give another look of disgust, and possibly horror.

“Next time we are so going to kick that guy's ass …” Cain grumbled.

“Next time,” Mal agreed with a low whistle, tucking the prize safely in his pocket. “Next time.”