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You take your collection of snails, gently shaking them over a pool of water with small stones to simulate a hunting encounter. By instinct they release the slime, letting you collect it. You strain it, concentrate it, and finally crush it with simple earthen materials to form a paste. Creating custom medications like this, those not made for profit like a performance enhancing drug or for athletes, is common given there is basically no profit to be had. No one is willing to exploit the people who need it, so it isn't a profitable thing to manufacture in the first place.
One old man you visit can't lift his arms up very high. He mostly must live in water at his age. But this ointment washes off too easily in water. You will apply the ointment for him. Around the back of his neck and top of his spine, you rub in your hand-made medication and muscle relaxer. He visibly becomes more comfortable. His jaw stops popping. That's a good sign.
<span class="mu-b">"...Alright Mr. Mistwave. I hope you're feeling better! Remember not to go into the wet part of your house for at least 3 hours to let time for the ointment to set."</span>
The old man nods, signing to you shakily.
[Thank you! You. Are. Kindness!]
<span class="mu-b">"Thank you, Mr. Mistwave."</span>
[Without. MAR- ID- ITH. Cannot. Apply. Ointment. By myself.]
<span class="mu-b">"Don't worry, I'll come back in two days for the next dose. Make sure to use the emergency telegram if you have something serious, ok?"</span>
You find it easier to respond to him vocally, since his eyes aren't very good anymore. He's nearly blind. Not that he needs them much in the wet parts of his house. Electric lighting underwater is way too rare and expensive. People who live in all wet houses are poorfolk; and living outdated in the last century.
[Let. Me. Give. You. This!]
Mr. Mistwave uncrumples a bill from his shirt pocket. The waterproof plastic is noisy, and the denomination is higher then you expect.
<span class="mu-b">"Oh... I can't accept any money, Mr. Mistwave. We work for the community only."</span> You say, softly.
He shoves it at you again, a smile on his face. You think maybe he doesn't hear you, so you sign to him instead.
<span class="mu-b">[Cannot. Take. SC- OUT. Rule!]</span>
He shakes his head. Insisting the bill into your hands.
[No. One. Else. To. Give. It. To.]
>Accept the money
>Refuse the money
