Rest Well
We are getting out of here my friend.
I crouch down and lift him in a princess carry.
Using divine power, it isn't troublesome at all.
The slime rests on his chest.
Then I head toward the hall.
There's gotta be the equivalent of a hospital somewhere here.
I haven't seen any healers since coming to this world, but they exist, right?
There is no way they don't!
I see the man in charge of this pavilion.
He gives us a weird look.
[He's unconscious and I'm not sure if he's fine! What do we do?!]
"What?! How?! This isn't supposed to…"
[I don't know! Help him first! We can talk later!]
"Follow me!"
We ignore the mass of curious people.
No time for them.
I carry him until we reach a building on the side of the complex.
"This is where we take care of injured beasts. They should be able to fix him."
A man in a red robe emerges from a side-door.
"You do know this is for beasts, right?"
"Yeah, but there is not time to…"
"Even if he's fat he's still human you know…"