[The feed turns on. Splashes of blood-soaked earth fly across the screen as the journal is jilted about; eventually the screen rests on Jay, kneecap broken in and huddled on the ground in a moaning heap. The recorder is not seen.]
He needs a healer that can set bones. In the forest, north of the village.
[Then the journal is placed on the ground
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He...'kay to be out?
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And with you too, lately. [A not-so-subtle jab.]
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Leo - it's not the way.
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[He clenches his eyes. Worse has happened, but he won't let Don know that.] I'll be okay, Donnie.
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Yes, and I'm sure honor will help him to heal faster.
[And, oh, how he hates hearing okay-ness referred to in the future tense.]
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Hey bro. Brought you guys some presents.
[Then he dumps the bag unceremoniously on the floor next to Don and starts sorting through the stuff. The first to be plucked from the pile is a vacuum sealed pack of suture needles, then a few smaller packages of sterile suture line.]
I asked some guy at the clinic if they got any fishing line and he asked me "For what?" Guess you're not s'posed to use that stuff. They even got fancy needles too. Don't think you got to boil these either. Says right on the package. [He holds up the little pack, pointing out the largest word on the back with a grin. Yes, he's rather proud of himself.] "Sterile".
[Next is another package, this one he holds out for Leo - a package of Twinkies.]
Blood loss, right? Gotta eat somethin'
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...Now?
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Yes, Leo, now. [He tears open a packet of Twinkies - oops, no longer sterile - commits the further crime of touching them with his unwashed hands, and gives half of one to the reluctant patient.] Just that much, while I thread the needle.
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Stitches? ...Didn't think...
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You're chewed up pretty good, bro. Don't kid yourself.
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Okay.
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