A Doctor's Apprentice II

We have been working for three hours now on a stretch, or rather Nick has been doing so, while I had just stayed close and watched, making sure to pick up some details which might be important in the nearest future, since I had more of a photographic memory; one good thing that the goddess blessed me with at least, and which had helped my transition into the nerd’s base during my high school days.

The boy was sleeping now, as Nick ran a purplish liquid around his skin like a snail. Perhaps, to cover up the sores or something. I’m not sure.

Before we had started the treatment though, Nick had made sure that we had taken a potion from a small bottle. According to him, the sour liquid was supposed to make us immune to the plague. I had almost asked him why he hadn’t made it in large quantities and distributed it to the whole pack. That way, the plague would be curbed. But you know me, I had kept shut, waiting for the right time to broach the topic.

“We are done now.” Nick stated after he