Dalton was in darkness, drifting away to somewhere, when the potion jarred him back to conscious. The smell of burning leaves filled his nose as he opened his eyes and tried to sit up. His head swam and he felt like he was going to throw up. Seeing the creature was not moving, Dalton slid across the ground to get away from the fire and collapsed on his back.
"
We won?" he said weakly. Raising a shaking hand in a thumbs up sign. "
Good job team."
Dalton heard Novac, but he just lay there for a long moment. "
I thought maybe I would wake up back home."
He felt Novac put some of the healing mud on his wounds, finally he pulled himself over to sit with Novac, watching the fire burn. He had to remind himself that pile of leaves had just recently been trying to eat him.
"
Damn potato."
Dalton pulled out his waterskin and took a drink, offered it to Novac. "
In my past life, I never drank alcohol, not even once. We get attacked by too many more vegetables I might have to start."
Dalton accepted some more mud from Al and spread it on his wounds. It went against everything he had been taught in first aid, but seemed right here for some reason.
"
This is their home." he looked at Novac "
and it seemed like something we should do - help that family. If they came with us, how many of those kids would get eaten by the next snake or mutant rose bush. Now - they can come home."
OOC:
Treat wounds - between Novac and Dalton mudding up :)
Status: Sickened 2, Slow 1, Wounded 1