“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle"
(Prompt from CallMeGallifreya on Tumblr)
"Mikug seeing way human go down. Mikug knowing is pain-of-death."
Reeva sighed. "Mikug forgetting self is Deathworlder. Self is fine. Self has to strap it and limp for a while."
There were drawbacks to working with heavy-grav cogniscents, and this was one of them. "Mikug taking human to mediks. Mediks helping."
The only language they shared was Broken GalStand, which made understanding a little more complicated. "Mediks giving Reeva elastic bandage and crutch, plus fond farewell."
"Mikug seeing pain-of-death."
Reeva, knowing that she wasn't making any headway, started parroting Monty Python. "It's only a flesh wound," she griped.
Mikug was going to get another lecture about interspecies medicine when this was over.
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