My Second Life is an Absurdist Power Fantasy

Jack reached into his pack and pulled out his waterskin, and rummaged around for a moment until he found one of the handkerchiefs that Simon had insisted he take with him when they were packing up.

Uncorking the waterskin, he soaked one end of the cloth, and began to gently wipe and dap at the wound, clearing away the dirt, grime, and dried blood that sat around and in it. Rose flinched and gritted her teeth, but said nothing as he worked. After a minute or two, it looked to be about as good as he could get it without better supplies.

As a final step, he poured more of the contents of the skin over the injury, washing away any last reside his cleaning had left behind. After he did so, he inspected his work, and pursed his lips.

"It's a shame we don't have any alcohol... It could really use some to help make sure it doesn't get worse." He said. "I didn't bring any with me when we left."

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He looked a moment longer. "We could honestly also use some real bandages. I don't think a handkerchief is gonna cut it for long."

Rose motioned towards the other two bags still sitting by the entrance to the bakery.

"Check Eleanor's bag. She spends some of her time off from the academy treating the sick and injured, and she sometimes carried healing supplies with her other spell components when she travels with us. Maybe she'll have something in there you could use."

"Well, that's convenient." Jack said, standing up and walking towards the door. He grabbed Eleanor's pack, and dropped it beside his before sitting back down. He pulled it open, and began digging through its contents. There was an assortment of foodstuffs on top, which he pulled out and set to the side. Below that, he saw two spare dresses, and a larger leather pouch that he recognized as Ellie's main spell component pouch from his time practicing magic with her.

Beneath that, he saw a couple small bundles stuffed to one side. They both felt soft, almost silky. As he grabbed one and began to pull it out to inspect it, the bundle fell open in his hand inside the bag, and he looked down to inspect it.

It was a pair of very scanty underwear. They looked handmade, with pink flowers embroidered on the front, and lace sewn around the waist and leg bands. Realizing what he was holding, Jack felt the blood rush to his face, and he quickly jammed the item back in the bag.

Rose looked at him with confusion. "What was that about?" She asked.


"Oh, nothing. Nothing." Jack said, laughing uncomfortably. "I just felt like I had something crawl on me, and it startled me."

"Okay..." Rose said, looking at him in a way that told him she might not be buying his excuse, but saying nothing else.

Moving his new discoveries gently to the side of the bag, Jack dug down further, and felt a small, hard shape that felt a bit like a bottle. He pulled this out, and found it was filled with a clear, water-like liquid. When he pulled the stopper and sniffed it, however, the scent of alcohol nearly made his eyes water.

"Whew. Yep, she does." He said, coughing. He set the bottle in front of him on the wooden floor. A little further itto the bag, near the bottom, he found several strips of white linen folded neatly in bundles similar enough to Eleanor's underwear that his heartrate doubled again when he first found them.