"Tis a miracle. The goddess loves the man! That can be the only reason his eyes are open. What say yah, my dear? Ain’t I right? He was stabbed in the heart. The heart I tell yah. We all saw the wound. So how?" Botch kept rambling on as the man’s bandage was being changed.
"Oh Botch, quiet down already. You have been rambling the sa thing over and over again." His wife cautioned him, but Botch was not to be stopped.
"Mileka, how are yah not surprised by this miracle? Who gets stabbed in the heart and lives to tell the tale? No one! Absolutely no one! And yet here right before our eyes is a living miracle and you ask that I be quiet?" He scoffed and so did his wife.
"Please pay him no mind, you might not rember but this is how he talks too much." Mileka explained to the man on the bed.
"So, yah the prince whom they say that dragon kingdom is searching for." Rug said as he changed the last bandage on the man’s leg.
The man tried to move, "You—" the man paused and groaned.
"Easy now, do not try to talk or move too much. Yah might be a dragon, but still, yah were stabbed right in the heart." Rug said.
The man tried to move again only to let out another strained groan. "Yah don’t listen do yah? I understand yah must be angry and eager to get back at the ones who forced yah into this state, but not only were you stabbed in the heart, you were pierced by black head arrows all over your body. Tis almost a miracle you are alive."
"Tis what I’ve been saying!!" Botch clapped and yelled.
"Oh Botch keep quiet please!" Mileka hushed her husband.
"Since you cannot strain yourself by speaking, we are going to ask the questions instead and all you have to do is nod in return, good?" Rug asks.
"Aye— Ack!" He shrieked in pain.
"Are yah certain you understand what I said? I said nod. Do not speak." Rug points out and this ti the man nods in response. "Good," He said then turned as though he was searching for sothing, then he looked past Botch. His eyes lightened as though he had found what he was searching for. "Stop standing around like a gorilla knight and bring that stool." He said to Botch.
With much grumbling, Botch did as he was told and Rug sat himself down on the stool next to the rickety bed. Mileka sat at the edge of the bed near the man’s foot while her husband remained standing like the gorilla knight Rug said he was.
Now all attention was on the wounded but now conscious man on their bed and his own golden eyes scanned the people around him with so many questions.
"So, to go straight to the point, are yah the prince uh— uh—" Rug faltered as he tried to rember the na of the prince. He leaned in closer to Mileka and whispered, "What was the na again?"
"Barak, his na was Barak." She whispered back.
"Ah-ha! Prince Barak. Are yah him?" he asked and Barak gave a positive nod.
"So it is yah indeed. I see. Well, that is all the question we have for yah."
"Nay! Tis not all." Botch moved a little closer to the bed as he spoke up. "I have more questions to ask. Like did yah wife re—" Before he could ask the question completely, a piece of cloth had landed over his mouth. It had been fired toward him by his dear wife.
"Learn to keep quiet, my love." She said with a very forced smile. A smile that clearly made it obvious that he was to swallow whatever question he was about to ask.
"Now, before I was interrupted by this big orangutan," Rug turns his attention back to Barak, also making it obvious that the orangutan in question was Botch, "although we have no more questions to ask, I am certain yah have a lot to ask. But since yah cannot really talk right now, I will give you answers without hearing yah questions." Rug said with a rusty grin.
"Now, yah might not rember us, but yah see Mileka here never forgets a custor. Yah were in our bar so months ago crying about so woman so that is how she rembers your face. We were—"
"Why do yah get to do all the fun part? I should tell the story of how we found him. My thick voice is better than your ol’ rusty voice."
"Oh forgive my husband, he can be a little dumb sotis." Mileka said as she rose to her feet and began dragging Botch out of the room. "Co on Hon," she tugged at his elbow, "before you embarrass us even further." she whispered with a glare that seized whatever protest was about to escape Botch’s lips. Like a puppy with no other option but to follow its master, he quietly followed his wife out of the room, leaving Rug with their wounded guest.
"Sorry ’bout that. I will start from the top again. Yah might not rember, but I am Rug, the girl is Mileka and that big gorilla is Botch. You visited our bar one ti when you were in Avelah." Rug said without any pause.
"Now every year the three of us take a break from the bar and go wherever the wind takes us... I know yah want to ask why, but save that for when you can actually ask questions. The important thing is we found yah washed up on a shore when yah was so close to death’s door and we brought yah here to treat yah." He finally paused and breathed deeply.
"Was there anything I missed?" He wondered.
"Ah-ha, you’ve been out cold for three months already." He said. "Aye, that should be all yah missed."
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