Viggo's Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Days

Part 4-Bitten

Viggo stood in a tree, legs braced on its branches, hands gripping a spyglass. A herd of terrible terrors lounged on the rocks below, most sleeping but a few sat half-awake. There must have been over twenty of them, but Viggo knew his men could capture them easily. The only reason he was even going after such small fry was because terrible terror venom, once extracted, was incredibly valuable. Viggo was in a good mood, and he thought to himself that he might give one to Ryker as a pet afterwards- his brother always did like the smaller dragons.

The first few went down with little trouble, but the fourth managed to sound a shriek of warning to its fellows, and within a second it was chaos. "Shhhqqquueeeaaakkkk!" A terror squaked right in Viggo's face and he slapped at it, ears ringing. The dragon hunter stumbled backward, tripping over a log. Before he could get to his feet, the tiny dragon crawled up his pant leg. "Oh no no no! Get out of there!"

Viggo stabbed at the dragon as it crawled further and further up, striking it just as it reached a rather sensitive area. Unfortunately for Viggo, it wasn't a fatal blow and the terrible terror sank its teeth into Viggo's sensitive flesh. "Ahhhhh!" He stabbed it again and the dragon shimmied out of his pants and flew away, but the damage was done. Viggo backed out of the battle and waved in more of his men, cringing at the blood already seeping into the crotch of his pants in a large pool. It ran down his legs, making his pants stick to his skin.

As much as he hated leaving before a job was done, Viggo needed to look at this in private- no pun intended. None of his men had seen the injury, and he wanted to keep it that way. While half-hidden behind some bushes, Viggo signaled to his second in command to wrap up the capture and bring the terrible terrors back to the ship while he beat a hasty retreat.

Back in his quarters, Viggo peeled back his pants, stifling a groan. It was a nasty bite, and the venom would be a pain to deal with, but Viggo had been relatively lucky- the terrible terror had missed his jewels by less than an inch, and the area around the bite was already swelled and pink.

The venom of a terrible terror also caused an infection in the areas surrounding it, which would be quite the problem in Viggo's case if he didn't treat it early. Pulling on a fresh pair of pants, Viggo made his way to the ship's infirmary, meeting the tired woman at the counter with what he hoped to be a confident smile.

"I have a soldier who was bitten by a terrible terror today, in a rather delicate area. Could I-" The healer nodded, grinning with a strange gleam in her eye. She disappeared into the healing room and came back with a small pot of salve, which she shoved across the counter along with a leather packet. "The salve needs to be applied to the bite and any swollen areas, and the packet contains medication to be swallowed once per day."

Viggo thanked her and turned to leave, but right before he closed the door behind him he heard her say, "Make sure to keep using the salve until it is gone, not stopping when you start to feel better, or it might not work completely." Viggo spluttered, "It's not for me!" and the healer laughed softly, shaking her head. "Of course it isn't. Good day sir." Viggo left, cheeks flushed, embarrassed at how easily she had seen through him. Still, he had what he needed, and all that was left to do was lay down and take his medicine.