The Titan and the dragonriders

74. A man for all cases

"Ei ei ei ei ei ei. You had to do a lot of things, Mimiath resisted. I count well over two dozen arrow wounds on your back and flanks. And I haven't even counted the bullet holes in your wings," Kevin said, shaking his head as he carefully washed Out trestol's place wound with distilled water.

Micheal was quietly gritting his teeth as he also took a closer look at the wounds. Mimiath's deep red blood stood out on the snow-white scales as much as a pile of coal in a winter landscape. A few such arrow wounds would hardly have made a difference to a dragon of their size, but good and gladly 30 pieces? Together with her perforated wing skins, she had lost quite a considerable amount of blood as a result. What gnawed even more at her, however, was the sheer exhaustion of the rapid flight. She was still breathing heavily and had not yet answered the admiral, apart from a short, approving snort.

He just wanted to tell Pestoun his guess, but he was already one step ahead of him. Carefully he placed the rider next to him in the grass, bedding his head on a white, sterile cloth and stepped forward to the head of the white dragon lady, where Micheal also sat in the squat. "Here. Chew them as best you can and swallow them afterwards. This will give you some strength again. I think ten should be enough for your size," the paramedic calmly explained, reaching into one of the pockets on his belt and unearthing half a dozen dried fruit. They had a rich, dark blue colour and were about the size of strawberries. A strong, sweet-fruity smell immediately spread into Forke's nose.

He knew these fruits only too well.

They grew between Kevin's grass-necked hair!

Insofar as he decided to grow these berries, which often occurred only once a year or even less often. What was special about them, however, was not the taste, which resembled a mixture of dates, raspberries and plums, but their ingredients. And they had it in them. Each of these relatively small berries had well over 2,000 kilocalories and was only so crowded with vitamins and minerals. Sufficient to cover the daily needs of an adult man. This is a fact that Alina had already scientifically proven, with several series of tests on volunteers. However, Pestoun also had to eat food and sunlight, while the berries matured on his hair, which could well and gladly last two months. That's why Kevin only used his own fruits if he considered the situation serious enough, or if he could just suffer the person to which he offered it. It was probably a bit of both.

Mimiath sniffed his hand briefly skeptically, but then willingly opened her mouth, baring her razor-sharp teeth and with a friendly smile the Titan let his little treasures creep in. A tiny part of Micheal's subconscious envied her because he himself loved the taste of the berries, but he pushed the thought far into the background and instead watched curiously as the dragon female at least tried to divide the small fruits with their enormous teeth. She then swallowed audibly and slicked her lips, followed by a grateful hum.

*What are these berries, Kevin? They smell very delicious, which probably means a lot, considering that I mostly despise plants.* Wanted to know Tymdek, who sat a few meters next to Mimiath and watched the whole thing with argus eyes. The paramedic smiled mischievously and replied with his typically slow manner: "They are something very special, dark swinging and my little secret. But you can try one if you like. I still have enough in stock." *Later maybe. Now we should first take care of her injuries.* the black giant refused and ejused a quiet growl as he looked at Mimiath's damaged body once again. "Tymdek is right. You can also have a tasting later. Focus on your two patients! " Shenmi strongly agreed. She was standing next to Julia, who had since gone into the squat next to Trestol.

Apologetically, Kevin raised his arms.

'Quite calmly, Mimiath's injuries may be painful, but not life-threatening. And your rider only needs a small bandage and possibly a stimulant to get back to your senses," he explained, completely relaxed, and took out the bandage from his small emergency bag. 'He's right Shenmi, the injuries are only half as wild. Rather, I would be interested to know how the rider gets to his place wound. The Ra'zac shot her with arrows, a place wound is probably the last thing I would expect." Stearn agreed with her brother and patterned the clean-wiped wound on Trestol's temples with her eagle eyes. "Maybe, but so much has happened in the last few days that I don't want to take any risks," Yang defended himself with his arms crossed.