"Anywho, Nirce," he coughed a little bit, "I think it's your turn to treat heatstroke."
The slimer turned and walked away, keeping himself composed as he tried to picture this other boil. The ghost was possessive, but usually of paintings and photographs, and it was a little odd for him to feel the same feelings for another living being.
He gathered buckets of ice and water for the treatment of their patient.
"So... who is this Val?"
~Kiana_Nala~