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It's sick.

"Something is really wrong with my body. My body is… excited, even though my brain thinks differently about you."

He understands the meaning of my words and snorts.

"You have such a weak body. It is no wonder you can't control it."

Those are his parting words as he departs from the grassland. His tentacles leave a trace in the grass, the proof for my questionably conscious mind he was truly there, and this interaction was not a figment of my imagination.

"¡Que te folle un pez!"I yell after him as he leaves.

I wince almost immediately, feeling my head recoil from my headache.

As I hear the crashing noises of his movement stop and a splash as he enters the water, I remember what the direct translation of that was.

I hope you get fucked by a fish, I recite in my head.

Absolutely perfect, if I say so myself, although I can see mypadre'slook of censure for being so crude.

If anything deserves crudeness, it's this situation. And this infuriating person.

If my arm wasn't throbbing, I would appreciate a good belly laugh.

I don't have the luxury.

I'm not used to swearing at somebody or telling them off. In fact, I don't think I've ever cursed someone out before. It feels strange to my tongue, like burning coal rolling off it the more I push the words out.

However, I feel a strange kind of relief.

As a service worker, bowing my head and swearing under my breath just fit me more, but this is a new world.

Maybe it's time for a new Eli.

Still, it takes several long minutes to push aside the anxiety of being rude to him to the back of my mind so I can focus on more important things. I rotate my ankle again and find that it healed fully through the night.

After shakily rising, I realize I can walk properly, and my leg no longer even hurts.

I still don't know how I'm healing so fast, but my arm still sends spikes of pain if I try to use it. Whatever it is, it should get to my broken arm soon. Judging by the angle it's at, it would probably not be a great thing if it was healed right now.

I look around, searching for what to use as a cast to set my arm or it'll heal crooked.

Using the enormous tree as leverage, I steady myself, wincing as a sharp pain shoots through my arm. My eyes scan the area and lands on foliage thick with fallen branches, vines, and sticks.

I move toward it, thinking of how I would make my cast. I sift through it, pulling out a branch to make a splint and a vine to wrap my arm, and some sticks to support it so my arm will heal properly.

It'll take some work and imagination, but I will make it work.

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Slinking out of the cove she has claimed, I venture back into the dark cave. I can taste the remnants of my blood and feel my tentacles healing from the earlier attacks.

I sigh, resting my back against the moss in the cave and dipping my tentacles into the water and using them to splash more across my body.

It moisturizes me, taking away the feeling of thirst and dryness I've had since I got on land.

I don't know how that female exists solely on land. From what I've seen, she prefers to stay above the water and rarely ventures near it, making her a completely foreign concept to me.

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