Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191127062204/@comment-33229352-20200117171050

Ishmael plucked a handful of leaves from the lamb's ear and moved slowly over to Galaxian. He wasn't sure how the deity would react if he touched him, and he didn't want to make the wound worse or throw him into a panic. He squatted down beside him, speaking softly. "Hey dude, we're gonna try and stop the bleeding, so you've gotta hold still. If you're flinging around, it doesn't help either of us. Is that okay?"