The Lost Dragonet

Chapter Ten

~Part I, Heal~

Aglaia wouldn't leave Gecko's side unless she was hunting, but even then she never left more than a couple feet from the clausterphobic cave. She didn't care that her body felt on fire, or that she couldn't move her goopy wet wing even she actually had to. After a while, Silver had demanded her to lay down or else he would've clawed out her infection by paw, so she irratibly agreed. Aglaia felt herself quickly drift off into sleep as her bodyweight weighed itself onto the cool stone greatfully, in eager need for its comfily cold embrace. Her whole brain screamed for her to go and guard Gecko, but her body already made up its mind and forced her into a much needed rest.
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Silver hastily pulled himself along the grassy ground, doing his best to ignore the irritating chlorophyll that now stained his gorgeous silvery pelt. He knew exactly what they needed to heal both Gecko and Aglaia, fireflower seeds for taking the pain completely away, blue serenelotus nectar for easing away the infection in Aglaia's wing, rose needles to scoop the unleaving puss out of its protective socket of skin, honey for her horrible fever, and some of that honey slathered on poison drench tree bark to awake Gecko.

It might sound like horrific combinations, but he knows all of this will work from being a medic from his old tribe. They left him for dead, but Aglaia came and saved him. He knows he's in debt to her. A litteral life debt. As his body made its way towards a nearby tree harboring a life saving bees-nest, he couldn't help but to pick up the smell of purple serenelotus with his sensitive nose. Silver huffed as he unhappily changed his course towards the marsh-like area, where there's purple serenelotus there's always blue. Might as well get it now that it isn't yet claimed.

He uncaringly slipped through the waters as his pelt became soaked with the forfilling cleansing substance, his beady black eyes darted straight to the preciously rare delicacy, usually used as bait for unfortunate lizards. He quickly crawled towards the gorgeous cool colored feilds of flora as his long claws curled around the pond's soft sandy bed, silently hoping he wouldn't anger the freindly aqua by taking from its domain. Silver kept clawing his way towards the rare flower and curled his strong claws around it, swimming back to the land like a snake after his succession.

Silver plopped the wet lotus ontop his head as he headed towards a tall poisonous tree, just the bark he needs. His strong claws chipped around, trying to find a loose spot in the desperately clinging bark. It took a while, but he found a single scratch in the near indifferent poison drench tree's shelter. His slender claws slid in as far as they could go, then he pulled at the bark with all of the force he could muster. After a few minutes passed by, he fell over and with a long crrrrrraaaaack!, he finally had a big chunk of the poisonous bark right in his rough-feeling paw pads. He temperarily ignored the slight break-out of his tender skin as he wore the twisted armour like a turtle shell, the least slick side acting as the interior of the new protection for the small sloth as he went on with his search.

He sniffed around, picking off a local rose's thorns as he went on, looking for a bee hive or fireflowers. Silver eagerly thumped himself to a dead tree to be met with the beautiful sight of glowing fireflowers. They fed off of the dead, they're one of the most important decomposers a forest could have. He made sure to only take two of them, the seeds were horribly needed but that should be enough for a while. He slowly made his way towards where Aglaia resided, only to pick up a decently sized rock. He sized up the bee hive that lazily hung above himself as a strict inspection began to raise in his brain.

It looks inactive with bees, but overfilled with honey and honeycomb. If Silver were to knock it down he should have little to no problems. With his long arms reeled back he threw, only to come extremely short. He tried to convince his arm to do what he wanted but it took too many tries and time to get the stubborn nest to fall. There was no problem even after he picked it up and hoisted it on his slick new shell, and he made his way back to his loving companion.
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~Part II, Doctor Silver~

After Silver finally got to his family, he found out they were still out cold. He layed his equipment out before him and begun to work on Aglaia's worst problem, her wing. The infection left her unable to fly, but she's a dragon. She needs to be able to fly. He picked up the blue serenelotus and squeezed out the nectar between his recently sterilized claws. When he got just the right amount, he smothered it on the still oozing wound. The infection was caused by a horribly healed wound, the wing probably has gotton broken before. Puss oozed out like a dream of gushing clouds, thankfully he didn't need the rose needles.

He checked her sweating face noting that she was still asleep, but her face was screwed up in pain. Infected blood slowly dripped out of her nearly empty socket of flesh. Silver used the lotus' petals as an effectivly clean bandage. Maybe he'll bring her water as a get-well-soon gift? The sloth cracked open the beehive over the most poisonous side of the bark and slapped Gecko's calmed face with it. No need to be gentle with it, now is there?

Gecko shot up with a girlish screech as Silver burst into silent slothy giggles. But after that, his face turned emotionless and sad. Was he broken? No, that's emotional trauma. Silver decided to work on that later, Aglaia's waking. After she fully awoke, he murcilessly screwed open her mouth and dumped honey in it, enlightening coughs and choking sound. She'll be fine. When she realized what was going on she lunged at Gecko and sobbed into his chest, he barely reacted. The only thing the once bubbly boy did was hug her close as his eyes drifted off, staring at nothing.

Silver let out a groan and joined the hug, poking at the guys plucked-bare neck. Next time it'll be a bite, he thought bitterly as he watched his gorgeous savior cry, greif-ridden, into his barely covered chest. With a huff he wrapped both of his arms around the dragon necks surrounding him. If you can't beat them, just join them.
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"Now he's traumatized, I thought a bubbly child like him would jump right back from that experience. Oh well, a loss is a loss. This one was a complete loss. Contact those scientists, would you?"