It was a shame how he carried on

The tzarina, Alexandra is in tears as she tells you of her son Alexei’s affliction. The poor boy had fallen and bumped his head. He has not moved in two days. The Virgin’s beads tell you that he has something called a subdural haematoma. This means next to nothing to you, but you somehow know that he is bleeding inside his skull. The tzarina is beautiful. You fear where this path will lead so you refuse outright to aid the child.

Alexandra’s impassioned reply is one of castigation and invective, and you’re fairly sure you’ll end up being flogged because of it. No matter. You are no stranger to pain. As you are leaving, a small girl child bursts into the room cradling the broken body of a puppy. The girl (Alexandra refers to her as Ana) explains that the pup was kicked by one of the horses. She believes it will die. She cries like a fountain, and your fear gives way to compassion. You approach the dog and lay your hands on it, feeling where the hound is broken and in pain, taking those injuries into yourself, easing its pain.

The little girl is ecstatic as the now fully recovered mutt bounces around the room like someone put a quarter in it.

“Very well,” you resign yourself to fate, “Lead me to the boy.”

You are startled awake by a cough. A beautiful feminine cough. While you fell asleep snuggled between your two beautiful sisters, you find that there is only one other body on the waterbed.

“Hi Jimmy!” the voice is bubbly if that’s possible. It makes you think of pink unicorns. “You have really strong arms and you’ve been poking me in the ass for the last hour. Wanna do something about that?”

(A/N: for those who wish to continue to follow Rasputin, these last two chapter serve as a backdoor pilot of sorts... continue below. Alternatively, more adventures of Jimmy are coming soon! ~W)