I held open the door for the gucci outlet to go through
My clothes were drenched and sand clung to most of the damp places of my body. My long brown braid that fell down my right shoulder was wet, dripping and probably decorated with seaweed and sand.
Mom’s lips tightened into a thin line and she turned her rage on Mal, “And you just let her jump into the ocean? After what happened…” her voice faltered.
We walked up the infirmary steps and I held open the door for the gucci outlet to go through. Mal gave me a warning look, “You’re gonna get hell when you get home though.”
I punched him in the arm that wasn’t propping up the boy.
Camari, the healer came into the room with a pitcher of water and a glass, and a small basket with a few bread rolls in it. She turned to me, “Will you bring the rolling surface over here?”
Camari smiled her thanks and put the pitcher, glass, and bread basket on the table and rolled it within arms-reach of the boy. “All he can do to get better is drink lots of water and eat. I’ll give him some nourishment pills, to help him regain some of the lost vitamins his body needs, but that’s really all I can do in these situations. He’ll be back to normal in a few days.”
Camari rested her hand on Mal’s sunburnt shoulder, “I’ve got everything under control here – you might as well go back down to the docks.”
“Sure, what do you need?”
She stood beside the boy and moved the Gucci bags out of his face so that she could examine a cut on his forehead, “I need to make sure he doesn’t have any deeper wounds – I see he has a bunch of small scraps and cuts, and I want to make sure there’s nothing that will get infected.”
Once he was shirtless, Camari examined him. He had more scraps and cuts like the ones on his arms and neck, but nothing too deep. One of the cuts did have a few wood splinters in it, but that was an easy fix.
This was an easier task, but much more uncomfortable.
In Watervale, it was actually a common thing to see naked people – specifically in the summer months when it got too hot for much clothing. But despite it being a normal and unremarkable thing for most people, I always found naked people creepy. Even when I was little, I refused to swim naked like most people, insisting that I swim in my tank-top and undies.
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