(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Well I'm jes sayin' yeh should probably give a sit and heal up a bit, aye?"
I prodded the side of my head where Mantuok had introduced it to the
bridge. My fingers came back wet with blood.
"It's nothing... probably a bruise, maybe a skull fractuyeuplu
nyyyehtzouppppay-"
There go my speech centers.
Thud.
And there goes my motor control.
Chapter 53
By the time Annah and Dak'kon were able to drag me back to Lothar's lair, I
had healed up enough to form coherent sentences again. Moving was a bit
of trouble, but even if I stumbled a bit Dak'kon was good enough to help
prop me up.
Of course, Lothar didn't have the courtesy to be there when I returned, and
Morte had been removed from the shelf.
With a grunt I sat down. "Well, I suppose we wait then."
"Psst."
I looked up, "Annah? Did you say something?"
She blinked, "Nay. Are yeh addle-coved enough from th' blows ta th' head ta
be hearin' things now?"
I looked up to Dak'kon, about to ask the same. No, if he wanted to get my
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