![]() He had no real idea what the normal temperature for an orc was, but her skin burned against his fingers, and if he had to guess, he’d say she was running quite a high fever. He didn’t know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn’t even hearing him. The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He really hadn’t anticipated anything like this. He’d always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he’d thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. ![]() I hope he doesn’t spent the whole story on an all-liquid diet.)
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