She soon heard coughing followed by gagging and looked at the cause. He seemed desperate for air, with his eyes red as he began choking.
(“Hoh, it seems I'll get to practise it after all.”)
The little goblin grew paler by the second and the woman nonchalantly placed her hand on the goblin. A yellow glow soon enveloped her hand and she looked to be deep in concentration.
(“Aren't you a lucky little guy, if I wasn't here you'd probably be dead. I can't imagine many people are willing to heal a goblin.”)
The goblin weakly fell unconscious in her arms and his coughing stopped.
“Whew, that's the end of-”
Blood began slowly trickling from his nose after she stopped.
“... I'm sure that's just leftover from the initial dosag-”
Blood began trickling out of his other nostril.
Although her face remained unchanged, several beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. She moved her head down into his chest.
(“his breathing is irregular…”) She thought while listening.
She quickly rushed into her house and headed straight for her bed.
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On her bed, lay a sickly-looking goblin. The image reminded me of a baby in its crib but the reason he was so gently lying down in her bed negated any beauty the scene may have held.
“Are you saying that poison would have killed me if I wasn't already immune?” She said in a high-pitched voice, clearly unable to hide her shock. She was searching her bookcase looking for her book on curing magic.
“I refuse to believe I've got this rusty in what 15, no that sounds too long, maybe 10 years without consistently using it?”
She brushed through various books she had and threw them aside when they didn't possess the information she needed.
Her eyes sped through the pages but the information she required was nowhere in sight.
“Shit, don't tell me it's at the mansion?”
She had reached the top shelf of her bookshelf and with little hope remaining continued combing through the books.
“Fucking finally!” She exclaimed. She reached the half-point of the top bookshelf before she found it.
It was a textbook on curing magic. Specifically just curing magic. She went through the pages more casually. And casual for her meant flipping a page every five or so seconds.
“Is there a concept I'm forgetting about?”
After another minute of going through the book, she found the answer to her question and breathed a sigh of relief.
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The book read as thus:
“Do note, depending on how you use it, curing magic does vary based on the person used on. The body of an elf is different from that of a human, even if the only visible differences are their ears and eccentricity. Different races react differently to different poisons so do ensure you have experience with a fair share of races if you are going to be curing or healing on a consistent or semi-consistent basis in a diverse region. And if not, it is still good practice. Some medical magicians have even said it has helped them improve how they heal members of their own race.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, seeing it wasn't her magic at fault, but the body of the goblin. But it didn't stop her from being annoyed at the situation.
She looked at the goblin on the bed and approached him. And rested her hand on his now unnaturally cold body.
“Eugh, I can imagine what would happen if some elf bastard tried the same trick that guy did without having a resistance. I suppose it couldn't hurt to be prepared for a such situation.”
She opened the book in one hand and created a yellow glow with the other.
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An hour had passed and the goblin's breathing had stabilised.
She wiped the sweat from her brow and began wiping him down with a wet towel.
“Phew, I'm surprised it took that long to get a hang of it.”
She wrung the towel in a nearby basin and continued to wipe him off.
“Thanks for being a good test subject, you little bastard. But you're gonna have to do it a lot more often if you're gonna keep showing up at my house like you live here.”
After finishing his wiping, she dropped the towel into the basin and felt his head.
“Huh? He's burning up.”
She slapped her head at the obvious problem and rushed downstairs for some herbs.
(“Am I an idiot? He still has damage from the poison.”)
Even if the poison was cured and he no longer had to worry about more damage, it didn't remove the prior damage the poison caused.
She quickly pulled a few herbs out of her kitchen cupboards and began pounding them together in a mortar and pestle.
She infused them with her mana and quickly ran back upstairs. She placed the green mixture on the goblin's tongue and watched as he shrunk his face, tasting it.
“It tastes like shit but it should fix most of the damage.” She commented.
She tapped his head, satisfied with her work and began running her hand through his hair.
(“Well look at the bright side, now you have a chance to right that wrong.”)
She drew back her hand and sighed.
This had brought back yet another memory.
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A boy no older than ten rested on a bed, with cheeks flushed, breathing heavily.
Next to the bed was a woman sitting on a stool, with a girl on her lap no older than four.
“Is Tobby okay?” The little girl asked.
“It's Tobias, dear. And yes, at the moment he's fine.”
She breathed a sigh of relief and patted the little girl on her head.
(“How was I supposed to know my curing magic couldn't cure a disease? Why even teach me one if it can't be used for something like that!?”)
She panicked when her son came home deathly sick but luckily things worked out in the end. (“Still, it is a blessing I was here when this happened. Who knows what his fate would be if left him to the maids.”)
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Her eyes grew cold and she picked the goblin up by the scruff of his neck.
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After walking for who knows how long, she dropped it in the middle of the forest.
As she walked away she heard a wolf cry out in the distance. She showed continued walking.
“Try not to die.” She told the unconscious goblin.