He's not dead yet.
I managed to find more than expected between the forest and the nearby fields. I've got parsley, wild carrot, lavender, juniper, and more than I have time or strength to write at this moment. Before I went out, I laid on a bit of cloth soaked in honey. It was all I could do. Now to crush and soak the rest of this as best I can. No time to let it sit properly, it'll have to go straight onto his leg. It's after sundown now. I hurried as fast as I could.
He hasn't spoken. His thigh is getting fat and I'm afraid it's moving up into his hip as well. I don't want to strip the poor man's trousers straight off but right now that's the least of his worries.
No more writing, time to get to work. It's going to be a long night.
