I have just mixed some water with the Miralax for Cece to drink, and she drank it almost instantly. I then took a little bit of the medicine that we have found and went over to the two that were shot, "hey, you two. Let's get you better faster, shall we?" They looked confused, but then Steve lit up.
He nearly whispered, "you mean like what your mom did before we left the first home?"
I stayed silent, thinking back at the last moments of my mom's life, then shook my head, "yeah. Kind of..."
Herobrine looked even more confused, but kept quiet.
Steve kept still and let me do my work. I unwrapped the bandage and took a look at his wound. I cringed at the small bit of puss coming out of his leg. I pressed hard against the wound, making Steve yelp loudly and making the rest of the group jump, and my hands were touched by puss. I gagged as I wiped my hands off on his old bandage. I got the bottle of peroxide that I found in the bathroom and unscrewed the cap. I slowly tipped over the bottle and a little went into his wound. He flinched in pain as bubbles emerged from it. Herobrine looked a little uneasy.
Steve winced a little, "that hurt."
I sighed and kept pouring the peroxide slowing into his wound, "I know it does. I've had it before, and it does hurt." The last of the bubbles died off and I made him get it flushed out. The last of the puss came out with it, and I felt a lot better that he will be better soon. I rewrapped it with a clean bandage and Steve let his head down gently. I looked over at Herobrine, "you're next." His eyebrows rose very quickly in fear, and Lily got really close to him to possibly keep him calm.
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It turned night fairly quickly. We started opening the door to see the body already decomposing with fly larvae swimming through the open wound in the head. Cece was still feeling bad, but I knew that it would be able to help her later on, if she doesn't throw up again. I went first to see if there weren't any more guns pointing at us. The hills were barren and there wasn't a single footprint around the area. I turned around to see the rest of the group pretty much pushing each other around to see my signal. I turned around, trying not to stretch the stitches Cece made in me much, and waved the others in. I heard a little whooshing noise and noticed that the entire forcefield disappeared, flowing into Herobrine's body and giving him a little more energy as he kept Steve on his feet. Turns out, Cece found a small hole filled with whiskey bottles, and she gave some to the two injured men to help with the pain. Lily didn't like the smell, but stayed with her dad anyway, so that he wouldn't tumble over because of the alcohol. And Cece never asked me if that's a good idea, but we will have to deal with the problem through consequences.
Herobrine drunkenly laughed, "well, I'd never thought I'd see the day when I'd become dependent on humans..."
I looked over at him in shock, "and you're now just saying it?"
Herobrine paused, then shook his head, "I didn't want to say it, but that was how I really felt all this time." He leaned more on Lily, who was starting to look a little frightened by her father's behavior. I went beside Lily to help her, pressing against his firm abbs to keep him on his feet. Steve was swaying pretty bad, but he was trying to walk on his hurt leg. I made sure that all of us had some material on their backs so that Cece wouldn't carry all the load. I had all the medical supplies and ammunition, Herobrine had the hammocks and hiking equipment, Cece had all the food, Steve had a bow and a quiver full of arrows with a lot of water in his backpack, and Lily had the drunkards. And I knew they both were going to have big headaches when they woke up again.
When we have traveled a few miles, Herobrine started mumbling something under his breath. At first, I didn't catch it, but it didn't take long before I realized he was giving commands to the mobs. I looked over to Lily, who started to shiver from the cold wind, and asked, "what is he saying?"
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In A New World (A Minecraft Story)
AdventureI went to my room, ready to hit a wall or something and jumped onto my bed. I pressed my face into the pillow and screamed into it. This is the worst day of my life. I didn't want to mope on it, so I decided to get on my phone and play the Minecraft...