Snippet #925756

He was using my shoulder for balance; otherwise, I might have gone to get water for him. "I think I saw your horse...at least, if that was the horse that ran by me earlier without a rider," I said, glancing aroud. He had pulled out liquor...wonderful. Now we would have an injured drunk wandering around. Just perfect, I thought sarcastically. I looked back up to him. "...I don't know that you should be drinking that...we shoul be getting you to the doctor...just in case..." I mumbled. I was used to being ignored, but he did really should have been going to the doctor, to make sure nothing was wrong with the wound. He didn't seem fond of some of these people, anyway...but still, the liquor! What was the point of that? "...At the very least, it may take a while to find your horse and get it back, you know."