Slop hustles back upstairs, arms overflowing with medical supplies and Crunk at her heels. She unceremoniously dumps everything on the floor, mindful of Marvel’s scalpel- it looks like he left it behind. Dumbass move on his part, but…good for them, at least. She takes a nervous look at Buddy and mimes sawing off her leg, to which Primus panics a little. Surely there has to be another way…
Slop asks Buddy if it can walk on that leg at all. Buddy shakes its head, saying that every time it does, it hurts, so so much…Slop turns back to Primus, hand on her hip. Well there you go, there’s your answer. They need to get the leg off and get it some kind of artificial limb… like what Bubbo has. That’s what her god’s saying, anyway.
Primus is still scared about the whole thing, and says that at the very least, he does know surgery, and he has x-ray goggles he can use to make things a little easier…but the limb thing, that would have to wait until later. You couldn’t make anything right now, and neither could anybody else. Slop nods, taking it in before clapping her hands together and pointing at him. It’d be up to him to stop any bleeding and to keep knives from going everywhere, then. She’d help as much as she could- Crunk pipes up that she’d be here with jelly to help heal, even if she looks a little bit run ragged. Slop gives her an affectionate pat on the head, thanking her for the help.
Let’s see how this goes.