>>11825173It's weird for people to still call you by your natural name, Gold. Usually everyone nowadays just labels you as Ethan, and that's because you've been in the news so much in the past that that's just what they naturally assume. At least Silver still understands the difference, or at the very least doesn't watch his hospital TV often.
Silver stares at the Mankey's Paw, then at you, then back at the paw. He contemplates on what to do, and eventually decides, "Eh, what the hell."
He begins to think of a wish, but before he can finish, you interrupt him, "Wait!"
Silver gets startled, "What? What?!"
You show him your Mankey Paw, "WHAT THE HELL!?" he says in shock.
"Uh, if you don't mind...?"
Silver rolls his eyes, "Fine. But only because I owe you, nothing else." Silver closes his eyes, adding your paw predicament on top of whatever he wants to wish for.
"Just don't mess up." you warn.
He peeks one of his eyes open, "I've seen every episode of every horror anthology series ever, Gold. I think I know what to do with this thing."
You blink, "Eh?"
"What?"
"....We have more in common than I thought we did."
Silver returns his attention to the paw, he finally makes his wish seconds later.
"I wish that the negative affliction in my throat and in Gold's hand were cured, preferably with no negative drawbacks to us, us two people, in this room, right here, right now."
Another finger curls up, the paw is now holding up "the finger".
The Mankey's Paw shakes violently, before unleashing a surge of magic that does more good than bad. In mere seconds, your hand turns back to normal, not only that, the bandages around Silver's neck loosely uncurl, revealing that his neck is now back to normal.
Silver feels his neck, instead of touching a deep gash dripping with blood, he touches his apple, "Well...fuck. Gold, I suppose I owe you an apology. That stupid thing actually worked. What about your wanker's hand?"
