It was a bad day for you—a really bad day, you had been out hunting but for the love of god nature, a snake hat bitten you right in the ankle, as it pained like hell, as you called out for someone to offer help, but just out of nowhere like a man sent by guy, a man stopped by to see what was going on.

“Hey hey, what the hell happened?” He said as he went over to your side, “I got bitten—can you suck the venom out?” You asked as you groaned and hitched looking up at the man, as John let out a sigh of embarrassment.

Looked around for a while—then kneeled a little lower going to your ankle, and sucking the venom out of the bite, as he spit it out with each lean over.

“There..” he said cleansing his mouth with his sleeve with the side of his elbow, “You gotta be careful around here, that bite don’t look so pretty.” He then passed you a bottle, “Drink that, it should well down the pain a bit more.”