"You're welcome," She said going over a copy f creatures ailments. 

"I've gone to every regular, witch and voodoo doctor out there. They don't know what it is, just that it may be fatal." He explained, eyes watering as he sneezed out chunks of green blood. 

Her eyes widened by the sight of it. 

Yes, it's bad. I have been checked for the amadoulin flu, viruses, hexes,curses, you name it." 

She scanned a little faster until she came across something that might help. 

"Tell me, are you a hybrid?' 

' Yes, half dwarf, why?" He asked giving a puzzled look.

"I may have found something here." 

"What is it?" 

"It says here, a hybrid genetic infection. Common in one out of every fifty hybrid elves, gnomes and dwarves." 

 "Do you think that's what's wrong with me?" 

"From your symptoms, yes.' 

 "Can you cure this?' He asked with hope.

It will be a challenge, but I'm going to try." 

Thank you miss even if you don't cure me. " Gorklin said t her.

I'll do my best. did the healing potions help at all?" 

"It would ease up for a few hour, three at the most." He said to her.

She walked to her potion room behind the book  wall and  grabbed  two potions for healing severe illness. Then walking back to the hybrid she leaned to hand it to him when he began throwing up all over the office. He threw up in her eyes, mouth and down her body. It was awful. Foul smelling, like swamp gas mixed with death. the potion bottles slipped out of her hand and crashed all over the floor. 

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