Chapter 33: Giving support.

Coughing sounds could be heard from within the room of the child. The old man opened the door and placed the gnome on the ground. Albert had enjoyed the ride.

Sure, he was thirty years old, but everyone treated gnomes like children. In a way that hindered the little green-haired humanoids from ever growing up.

Albert's little feet carried him to the sickbed. He climbed on a chair, and then took a hold of the child's feverish hand.

"Oh, you need something for the fever," Albert spoke. He looked around, but found nothing he could use. Yet, he was a healer in training, almost...potentially. He couldn't let his first patient suffer!

"Sir, please bring a cloth with vinegar on it. For the patient's forehead," Albert spoke in his best healer voice, that still ended up chirpy and pleasant to the ears.