When we woke up, Gg Kk was acting strange. He had painted his body blue, apparently to camouflage himself in the forest. The forest was not blue.
Gg Kk had lice on his brain. Doctor Jj checked him out.
"Yes, it looks… It looks like we need to operate."
We sterilised the lice-scalpel as best we could on the smouldering fire. The doctor opened him up.
Paint poured out. The red mixed with the blue. It was marvellous. Gg Kk was screaming.
"Quiet! The Flinjellans will hear us, you fool!"
We needed to break camp soon. We didn't know where the Flinjellans were, but they must be soon. We hadn't seen one in five days, which was a long time to go without seeing a Flinjellan. So the law of averages meant we were probably overdue (sloppy statistics?). We needed to be careful, anyway.
Once the screaming stopped, Doctor Jj sewed Gg Kk back up. We all watched. Such superior needlework. And to think he can do it all with a few reeds and some threshed hemp, plaited together.
"Bio-degradable, too," he said.
Doctor Jj was our favourite Doctor; he gave us whatever colour paint we wanted.
With Gg Kk cured, we were ready to continue.
This is a five-minute freewrite based on the prompt paint. It also continues on from yesterday's freewrite about mud-soiled hinds.