But he didn't get over it. I had thought our relationship was good and that the whole 'I'm actually literally sent by God to you and you're expected to save the world' thing had been smoothed out. It wasn't like I'd never heard such a story before. The 'chosen one' story was the staple product of the entire fantasy genre.
For a full week I had every waking moment tending to the last victims of the plague. When the weekend came, I knew I'd just end up sleeping the whole time so I didn't go to the Inn, sending my apologies to Hal and Milly. With the start of the next week I was still busy trying to help all those who had had to wait for treatment because of the sickness (at least it didn't have to do with projectile diarrhea and vomit), but I at least had the time to put together a lunch a
