wow, already? | sick

[PEPPINO]

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There were so many strange creatures. The textbooks had never addressed...ghouls, if that was what this person was. How was he to treat the condition of someone who was, somehow, partially dead? But he was alive, too, and Pip didn't want to keep on walking when help was needed. He just wished he knew what to do. Would Junji- would he remember these things? Would he know what to do? The canine didn't want to seek him out, afraid that he wouldn't, or that he'd remember flashes of Pip as a failure. Or he wouldn't remember him at all, which seemed most likely. Pip wasn't especially memorable, all things considered.

"Whatever is on your mind, that doesn't excuse what you've said," the canine remarked firmly, his gaze on Luca, frowning. "If you aren't going to be helpful, I suggest you find something productive to do elsewhere." His mismatched eyes shifted to the ill creature, softening, frown more concerned than chastising. How was he alive in this state? Exposed bone and muscle tissue were just begging for infection. "Have you ever been sick before? I'm sorry, I've- never treated someone with your condition."
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