The Silver Cutlass- 10:12 pm
"Are you sure this is what the Opal meant?" Alex asked, worry shaking through his voice.
"Even if it wasn't, it's beyond repair. There's nothing we can do for it except get rid of it entirely," Trecero explained, "Don't worry, he's unconscious, he probably won't feel a thing."
Marque was lying on the deck, completely out cold. His boot and part of his pants were torn off by the dog creature, and his wound had begun turning a nasty, rotting black. Alex was having trouble keeping his eyes open, nauseated at the sight.
"And hopefully, whatever disgusting poison is trying to infect him will be cut off as well," Molly pitched in.
"Do you think that's happening?" Farrow asked.
"Look see, it's growing on the outside of the wound. It looks like an infection, but that ain't like any infection I've ever seen before. It's moving too quickly, it's gotta be some kind of poison or.. Evolved disease. Anything is possible, obviously," Molly gestured to Trecero.
"Relax with the race thing. I'm just an elf, it's not uncommon," Trecero sighed.
"Elves are from fantasy and fairytales. They're not real, but here you are," Molly shrugged.
"Something's obviously screwed up the worlds we came from, but we'll figure that out later. Right now? Dying guy. Help the dying guy," Farrow jumped in, ending the conversation.
Trecero pulled a blade from a sheath on his belt. It was a curved blade with saw-like jagged teeth.
Alex covered his face with his hands and shook his head.
"Don't worry, Alex. I'll try to make it quick and clean, OK?" Trecero softened his voice, and didn't start until Alex responded with a small nod.
Trecero dug the blade into the skin just above the destroyed ankle, sawing through and being as fast as possible. Marque jolted even while unconscious, and once Trecero had hit bone, he was shot awake by the sudden stab of pain.
Alex flinched from Marque's now very awake screams, and Rae was covering Collin's ears on the other side of the deck. Trecero finished quickly after, moving the severed foot away using his knife and instantly using a large piece of cloth to cover the wound. Marque was shaking and almost in tears, and Alex uncovered one eye when he heard the screaming stop.
"Now what?" Farrow asked.
"What do we have to do every time we leave a fight with large wounds?" Trecero didn't look up from the cloth.
"Absolutely not. I'm locking myself in another room while you do that."
