Day Three: Afternoon

[Minoshia]

The Konat grabbed the materials he would need to bandage up his leg as he slithered around on the dirty soil of the planet's surface. His fingers, what was left of them, dug deep into the loose grunge and dragged his body, his left leg pulling forward and helping push his body along. His right leg, along with his damaged foot, just kind of slugged along and enjoyed the ride.

Finding the material was easy; he rested the two sticks and the flexible bark next to him as he lay on his side. He slowly sat up, but kept his right leg outwards, adjacent to his body. His hands wrapped around his damaged ankle and lifted it onto an inclined rock. Lifting his palm above the foot, he shoved it down as hard as he could.

"Arrghh!!" He screamed through clenched teeth so it actually came out as a whisper, trying not to gather attention. "Fuckin' Christ..." The pain of forcing his ankle back into place was tremendous, the screwed up joint was more then a little out of place, and it almost seemed to the Konat that what he just did accomplished so little that it wasn't really worth it.

Ramming the two short thick sticks beside his ankle, he made sure the bottoms of the supports reached the body of his feet. Using one hand to hold the objects in place, he grabbed the tough and mobile bark and began to wrap it in a circular motion around his foot, transferring the wrap like a doctor onto the heel and halfway up his calf. He smiled at his handy work; he felt the added support to his foot. It still hurt to move it, but a significant amount less. As his fingers let go of the bark, it started to loosen however. The Dark prince leaned over and pulled a few green saplings from the ground, tearing off any attachments that might have been growing from them. He took the sharp rock he had found, and used to cut the sticks to the right length, and poked holes in the side of the bark, grimacing as he pushed too far and cut his leg. Then, he took the saplings and laced them through the holes, tying them together at the end and doing a make shift sewing job out of his bandage.

Grabbing the large, thin stick that he had also picked up during his travels, he pushed himself off the ground. Stumbling like a drunk at a bar, he finally managed to gain his balance, leaning on the makeshift crutch for support. With his body now capable of moving, he began to walk off into the forest, using the support. As he got further into the woods, he tried to wean his body off the crutch, trying to make it so eventually he could walk again without the stick for help.