【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(18)
“Your arm. It’s injured.”
He looked down at the wound. “Huh. Must be getting rusty, if one of them got me like that.”
“Just come here.”
They found a space under a tree, far from the stink of blood and death. George drew the war god down onto the grass where they sat like children, knees touching and heads bent together. George pulled the war god’s wounded arm closer towards him, assessing the damage under the dim sunlight dancing through the foliage above.
“It’s not that bad, really,” said the war god. “I’ve shrugged off worse.”
In response, George summoned a patch of white yarrow flowers under his fingers. He plucked a handful of its leaves and crushed them into dry poultice. “Hold still,” said George, holding it over the war god’s wound.
“Oh, please,” he scoffed. “What can you ever do to—fucking shitbag.”
The war god struggled to free himself from George’s grip, but George held him still as he pushed the herbs against the war god’s skin. Then, even as his bothersome companion cursed his name to high heaven and hot hell, George ripped a piece of cloth from his own cloak and wrapped it tightly around the war god’s arm.
He looked down at the wound. “Huh. Must be getting rusty, if one of them got me like that.”
“Just come here.”
They found a space under a tree, far from the stink of blood and death. George drew the war god down onto the grass where they sat like children, knees touching and heads bent together. George pulled the war god’s wounded arm closer towards him, assessing the damage under the dim sunlight dancing through the foliage above.
“It’s not that bad, really,” said the war god. “I’ve shrugged off worse.”
In response, George summoned a patch of white yarrow flowers under his fingers. He plucked a handful of its leaves and crushed them into dry poultice. “Hold still,” said George, holding it over the war god’s wound.
“Oh, please,” he scoffed. “What can you ever do to—fucking shitbag.”
The war god struggled to free himself from George’s grip, but George held him still as he pushed the herbs against the war god’s skin. Then, even as his bothersome companion cursed his name to high heaven and hot hell, George ripped a piece of cloth from his own cloak and wrapped it tightly around the war god’s arm.
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