Snacks From the Butler's Pantry

Vex decided to finally bring me home to meet her family. Her home was a small cabin in an otherwise unpopulated, natural setting. She introduced me to the family doctor, a handsome young Indian man wearing a linen Oxford shirt and a Dhoti. He was there taking care of her sick brother.

We found her brother in his bedroom, twisting in agony on the dirt floor. His left arm was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, with pus and infection seeping through the cloth. It was obvious that his arm was gangrenous and rotting away. He had already lost his fingers and most of his hand. I was horrified to find out that Vex's family was in the middle of a legal battle about her brother's injury. The doctor would not treat him, fearing that if he was cured, the family would lose their case and forfeit the money from the law suit. I sensed that the Indian doctor was the one that talked them into this evil plan. I tried to play along, knowing that he would kill me if he thought I would jeopardize his schemes.

Once we were safely away from the cabin at a diner, I told Vex over a pile of french fries that we had to help her brother, or he would surely die. We made plans to bring him antibiotics and pain killers, and get him safely to a real hospital.