“You’ve really got to start being more careful,” Morg
said, threading his stitching needle.
Ulfar grunted, “That’s why I keep you around. So I don’t
have to be.”
Morg rolled his eyes. “One day someone is going to stab
you and I won’t be there to put you back together.”
Morg clamped the wound shut with his demon hand. “Hold
this.”
Ulfar hissed, but held his leg as tightly as he could.
Once Morg was satisfied, he began passing the needle and thread through his
friend’s torn flesh.
“I already know this one is going to heal stiff.”
Ulfar shrugged.
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