71 Magic Potion

My hand clasped at my wrist to get my whip when I noticed that King Luke’s focus wasn’t even directed at me. Instead, he pushed me to the side and hissed in pain. When I looked back, I saw that the liquid that was boiling over an alcohol lamp fell down and spilled over his arms.

Then it dawned on me that I must have knocked the breaker down when I hit the table. And King Luke pushed me so that I wouldn’t get burned.

With a pained look, my uncle winced while forcing a smile as he looked at me. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“King Luke!” I gasped as I looked at the nasty burn on his arm and how the skin seemed to peel either from the chemical or from the temperature. “I’m sorry. What should I do?!” My first instinct was to call for Custard or Viex to heal him, but again, they’re not here.

“Get the pitcher of water over there.” He pointed towards the table to our left as he grabbed one of the vials on the table.