Staying beside the unconscious man for a few more minutes, Seth carefully observed the healing process under the influence of his makeshift potion. He had taken out his journal, currently holding it open in his hand, as he studied the healing wounds. Words weaving themselves onto the page as he mentally dictated them to Angel, a useful feature for a man who had lost his writing hand.
From his lifetime of 'studying' through video games, Seth knew exactly how important healing potions could be and how much they could change a nearly fatal encounter. Why else did any gamer have the primal urge to horde such things if they weren't useful?
Who knows, maybe if the man had access to a similar concoction then most of his group might have survived. And, while Seth couldn't go back in time to change their fate, he was damn certain he could figure out the right blend to save himself, and those closest to him, from the same fate.
