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Marco wished he could ride on Somnium. As in, if he could, he would have. The deer was too small to ride, but not too small to carry supplies. At first he'd protested, but after Marco had strapped the gear on the deer then forcibly dragged the deer about 50 feet, Somnium finally backed down. Sure, Marcus got the angry huffy feelings from the guardian, but hey, helped with traveling. He'd take what he could get, and hiring a pack mule was just... expensive sometimes.

Tugging at his coat, the doctor, sighed as boots sunk into the earth of the road. Carriages weighted down by supplies had set grooves in the road and now the entire 'street', (if it could be called that), was uneven and messy. Grumbling, Marcus looked at Somnium, who was walking with not a single problem. S gentle butt of his head to Marco's back had the doctor walking again. The table had turned.

Getting to his office he unloaded Somnium, huffing as the deer went right for the nearby grass. "You best stay near, last thing I need is some wayward hunter going after you." Each day he said that, and each day nothing happened. Marcos missed the sigh of the man coming down the road simply shuffling into the makeshift sick house. The bed empty, he was thankful he had no standing patients that needed constant care. Siting behind a small desk, he shuffled some papers before looking out the window. Somnium was staring right at him with what looked like herbs in his mouth.

Marco just frowned.

Looking up from the papers, forms for medicine orders and the records of aliments in the local area, Marco's gaze went from face to the hands holding the sides. A would, non fatal provided it did not fester. That was always the tricky part. A cut might be 'clean' in terms of damage but filthy, pestilence eating away at the body, infecting it. It was those types that Marco felt the worse for. Those types did not often live.

"I'd say sit yourself down but you're already seen to that." Getting up he looked him up and down. "Show me whats wrong and tell me how it happened. I won't accept any I fell quips or 'it wasn't a bar fight honest'." He gave the man a blank stare. "I get those more often than you'd think."

Meanwhile Somnium looked up from the herbs, half chewed flower sticking out from his mouth. A slight shuffle from one bush he didn't want to be rude. Tail flicking he looked back inside. Then looked at Teague. Then inside, then Teague. Cautiously walking over, his ears flicked as he inspected the leaf crown.

It looked tasty.

Sighing heavily, Marco looked at the young man. Not well off, probably some poor farmer's friend with little money to his name. The wound shown, Marco reached out, fingers touching just outside of the area. It was a scratch, probably infected. That was not what he'd been hoping to see. He'd been hoping for a clean cut. He looked up. "One, I don't want you to prove it." He sneered. The smell was indeed proof enough. "Two it looks like you cleaned it with dirt."

Pulling away he went over to a cabinet, pulling out a brown glass bottle, and a clean cloth. Herb infused water, it was pure and clean. Uncorking it he began to dab the cloth, wetting it. "Any fevers? Hallucinations? Lack of feeling in joints or pain in any of then?" Returning wet cloth in hand he lifted the shirt not minding f it hurt while he began to dab at the wound. "Anything out of the ordinary?" The water would help clean the wound, the herbs help get rid of any toxins. That was the hope at least. Thinking to what might help he figured a simple ointment and wrap, maybe a small dose of poppy milk to ease the pain if it got worse.

He always hoped it never got worse.

Well, he wasn't likely to die soon at least. A corpse was always a pain to deal with. Not to mention then he had to deal with relatives. They were the worst. Always blaming him for things out of his control. Not everyone could be saved, that was just how life worked. "Fever is good, means your body is fighting off the toxins. And really it hurts?" He jabbed a finger into the man's arms.

"Pains lets you know you're alive. Not to mention that means it's healing. If it didn't hurt I might actually be concerned." His sarcasm was thick. "But if you insist it hurts I can get you some poppy milk to ease the pain. But do keep in mind, that will cost you coin." He looked the man over again. "Coin that no offense, you don't look like you have." The man worked with pigs. What coin did a pig farmer have but a smelly one? Wait no, he didn’t want to verify that.

Meanwhile Somnium was leaning over the other deer, trying to take a bite out of the leafy crown. Rude maybe, but hey, the other deer needed to know that leaves were for eating, not wearing.

The man had a smart sister then. Setting the cloth down Marco stood, eyes searching for some of the herbal mixture. He wasn't about to use anything that cost money from the city. If they man could afford it, maybe, but the herbs would work just the same as the creme the hospitals used. The balance of healing and making enough to keep afloat, it was always such a delicate scale.

"Well boy," Marco's tone was exasperated. He really wasn't sure it was all that bad but it was inflamed. Not a good sign. "You're like the farm boy I treated last week, thankfully you aren't in tears and have yet to try and bite me." Marco was ever thankful the boy's father had held him down. Holding up a small jar he set in on the desk. "First off, before I treat you further how do you intend to pay me?"

Somnium stomped his hoof into the dirt, clearly unhappy with being denied. Tail flicked up, the deer went over to the glass Teague had just been eating, shoving his body in the way. Say no to him? Alright. His grass, go find your own.

Marco meanwhile was ignoring Somnium's huff and puffing.

"Part now, the rest later. I do collect my debts." That was settled then. Taking the coined he nodded, "Set them down. I don't want to touch them and get my hands dirty, now." Aside from blood and puss and lord knew what else.

Taking a closer look as the would he scowled. You have an abcess, and I'll need to pierce it to get rid of the puss. After I'll clean it, check for anything stuck in the wound, and then I'll get you some medicine for the pain as well as bandages." Moving to grab a scalpel he sighed. "Will you need something to bite for the pain, or will be you alright without. Draining the puss can be painful depending on how deep the wound is."

Rude! Somnium was pushed back, and his ear flicked in annoyance. He moved to Teague's side giving him a shove again. Move! His grass, get your own!

Sighing Marco handed him a strip of plain leather before he fetched a glass of water along with a small vial of milky white liquid. Two drops, it made the water in the glass just a hint murky. “Drink it all. I’ll give it a bit before we start. Its not strong, but it’ll dull the pain a bit. After, pills. Trust me, when the puss is gone and the blood flows clean, you’ll feel worlds better. Rotting flesh is less enjoyable than living hrm?” He thought that was a great was to phrase it. Probably not but he tried.
The man seemed an honest man and the doctor paused. “You’ve not had this done before have you?” if not, that would certainly explain quite a bit. If so- well some people never got over things that needed to be done. He knew some people handled their own wounds but others let them fester thinking it would go away. The man seemed the former. “The leather is to bite down so you don’t take your tongue. Optional, I can assure you it’s also clean.”
The guardian was not going to take this other buck’s attitude. No sir, he was not going to take any of that! Sadly, he lacked Teague’s mass. And larger horns. And- Looking into the window Somnium huffed Marco needed to have this guardian get off his lawn. It was his grass, his herbs, his- his zone. This was his and- okay he just wanted to claim it as his.