Toss A Coin | Geralt of Rivia X OC | The Witcher FF

Jaskier grabbed the amphora but Geralt refused to let it go. "Jaskier." he warned the bard who then pointed his index finger at him. "Take it back about my fillingless pie." Geralt pulled onto the amphora. "Take it back, you get your djinny-djinn-djinn." Jaskier continued. Geralt annoyedly told him to let go. "No! No, let go, you horses arse!" Both men continued to pull onto it and soon Geralt hold the top of it in his hands, which went off with a pop. Geralt looked shocked while Jaskier was unimpressed and put the amphora upside down, to see if anything's in there. Evelyn shook her head and covered her forehead as well as her eyes. 'Men...' she thought to herself.

"That's a bit of an anticlimax." Jaskier said and suddenly the clouds covered the sun and it got darker as well as it got windier. "Or is it?" Jaskier asked excitedly. Jaskier walked towards the water and spoke to the djinn. "Djinn, I have freed thee, and as of this day, I am thy lord." He announced and pointed up his index finger. "Firstly, may Valdo Marx, the troubadour of Cidaris, be struck down with apoplexy and die." he said, Geralt being pissed off by him, Evelyn just shook her head. 'Are they still going on with this?'

"Secondly," he raised another finger. "the Countess de Stael must welcome me back with glee, open arms and very little clothing." Jaskier raised another finger. "Thirdly-" he got interrupted by being pulled back by the collar. "Jaskier! Stop!" Geralt grunted. "There are only three wishes." He reminded him. Jaskier rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, you always say you want nothing more from life. That you have everything. How was I supposed to know you wanted three wishes all to yourself?" Jaskier shouted. Evelyn got up, slowly approaching the two of them. "I just want some damn peace!" Geralt shouted back in his face. "Well, here's your peace!" Jaskier slammed the amphora onto the ground and it shattered into pieces.

Geralt started to pick the pieces up and the wind got heavier. Jaskier started coughing. Evelyn walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright?" she asked with a frown. "Evelyn. Evelyn... it's the djinn!" he said in between coughing and leaned against her with an arm to steady himself. Geralt noticed it was the djinn as well and threw a wave of Aard into the direction of the lake to push it away. A screeching ghost-like thing flew over the lake producing waves on it. It flew between the trees and disappeared into the sky. Jaskier wheezed and nearly fell onto the ground if it wasn't for Evelyn catching onto his arm and holding him like that. Geralt walked over to steady the other side of the bard who then coughed blood that he spitted on the ground and continued to cough because of the lack of air he got.

Geralt and Evelyn made their way to the horses, where Geralt would put Jaskier on Roach. They rode off quickly to find a nearby camp where a healer could be. "Is there a doctor here?" Geralt asked midway riding into the camp. The Witcher came to a stop as a soldier gave him an answer. "Yes, yes. Chireadan, the elf healer. Over there." The man pointed with his pipe in hands to a tent that stood a few meters away. Geralt jumped off of Roach just like Evelyn off of Amber. Both Witchers steadied Jaskier on the way to the tent. Making quick steps because every second counted.

Jaskier groaned when he got put down in the tent. Growling in pain he sought help as the elven healer inspected him. "A djinn in a bottle? It's like a fairy tale." He said jokingly as he couldn't quite believe it. "Without the happy ending. Can you help him?" Evelyn asked the healer as she was filled with worry for her friend. The elven healer looked at the bulge on Jaskiers neck that was turning slowly purple. "Oh, dear." Chireadan spoke. "What?" Geralt asked, he was worried as well, but he'd never admit that. "I assure you I have received the best medical education right here in Rinde, but... these injuries are of magical nature. I can help with the pain, but it's a bit like..." Chireadan tried to find a comparison. "Putting salve on a tumour?" Geralt asked using the comparison Jaskier used on him earlier this day.

"His throat was attacked." The healer began to mix liquids from the many bottles with potions and medicine standing on his desk. "If the spells action isn't halted as soon as possible, that damage might be irreversible." Jaskier wheezed in shock. Evelyn kneeled by his side, trying to comfort him in any way. Geralt holding his arm, so he wouldn't fall. Jaskier coughed blood yet again. "And the longer he goes untreated, the more likely it is to spread. He could die." Jaskier gasps. "Fuck! Geralt." Jaskier shouted with a dry throat and reached out for him in panic. "Uh..." Geralt put a hand on the bard's shoulder. "Yeah, we won't let that happen." he said more in a sarcastic tone and patted his shoulder. 

Chireadan walked over to Jaskier with a small glass filled with a mixture to ease his pain. Eagerly Jaskier took it and gulped it all down in one. "The medicine should buy him a few hours, but he needs a magical remedy. You'll have to take him to another town." The healer stated and looked now between Geralt and Evelyn who looked shocked at him. "There isn't a mage here?" she asked, getting annoyed. The elf hesitated and stuttered around. "The mayor says they are dangerous." Geralt rolled his eyes. "What aren't you saying? Tell me." Geralt demanded getting slowly impatient. 

"Well..." he played around with his fingers and looked down. "There is one mage. I was tasked with bringing the mage to justice. But I was unable to penetrate certain defences. The mayor himself has made the catch and has imprisoned the mage in his house." The elf now told them. "That wasn't so fucking hard, was it?" Geralt asked and helped Jaskier getting up. Just as they wanted to leave the elf spoke a warning for the mage. "The mage is powerful and malicious. And quite cunning."