
Nature has a will all it's own...
((aww, everyone ignored Sage......))
It had felt like hours, but only a few minutes had passed since Sage had been struck with the bolt of lightning. He could feel the burns on the right side of his chest, and the fact that because it was a direct strike, the wound was deep as well.
He hissed in pain as he rolled to his three remaining good feet, and he had to shake his head and blink a few times to get rid of the ringing in his ears and the afterimages in his eyes. He carefully limped over to his books, and attempted to reach for a tome of healing magic. He couldn't reach high enough, and he hurt too much to try to stand on his hind legs.
With a growl of frustration, he rummaged through a low trunk and found some herbs to pack the wound with. It would hurt like no other, but it would make it heal cleanly at least. With careful preperations at his work table, he made a thick, foul smelling poultice out of the herbs, and with an intake of breath, stuffed the whole thing into the massive burn on his chest.
The roar of pain he let loose could be heard for many miles, the cave acting as a megaphone to amplify his already substantial voice.
Eventually, you learn how to make it work for you.