People were suddenly all around me. They were talking, but I was in a haze of pain and couldn't quite understand what they were saying. They tried to tell me they would take care of me now and control my pain as quickly as possible.
Shortly after a shot, I could watch them working on me in a detached way. They carefully moved me to a nearby twin oxen-drawn wagon.
Once there they cleaned the wounds, putting pressure to stop the oozing bleeding, and closed the gashes with stitches on my side and head.
They straightened and relined my left arm. The pain and terror of them pulling and twisting my arm to reset the bones made me pass out several times.
As they worked something was said about "my BMID (Bio-mechanical implanted device was a way for people to communicate with a base over a limited distance of about 16 miles. The info was transmitted telepathically. These checked your vital signs, acted as a watch and weather alert in your area, and aided in finding you if needed, but they could be turned off. These were implanted at about 6 years old and they were powered by the flow of blood thru the arm they were implanted in.
) had been ripped out during the fight with the Snuffle-Ripper (A powerful animal that stands about 3 1/2 feet at the shoulder and about 6 feet long. Named because of their breathing sounds and what they do to their prey. They can move very quickly and have a ferocious bite as they have 4 apposing teeth similar to the fabled Saber-tooth Tiger, but retract like vampires when they are not attacking. Their saliva sealed wounds for "Juicer" eating later.). That I was lucky his saliva had stopped most of my bleeding, but I would never look the same."
They immobilized my leg after pulling it to realign it also.
I felt them starting to wrap me up like a mummy and I was scared that they thought I was dead, till someone bent close to me and said, "Steve, after we get your wounds covered we'll transport you to your home because it is too far to the village. We can take care of you there just fine because mostly what you're going to need is recovery time. They are bringing your loaded cart along too.
The bumpy jarring ride lasted for what seemed like forever, but couldn't have been over half an hour.
When we arrived and they carried me out of the cart I saw what looked like a house built into a tree (9) or a tree built into a house. People stood at the doorway seemingly arguing with the door. As we neared the door it appeared to dilate open.
They carried me in and transferred me to a large bed behind curtains. As soon as I was laid down and straightened out I was given another shot and I slept.
Felt like I was the rope in a tug of war, as I started to wake up. "Steve, stop squirming, you don't want to undo your stitches. You're in traction for your arm and leg."
