The problem with subterranean medical care is, at heart, a cotton shortage.

“Ragachak think it infected,” says Ragachak mournfully, picking at scabs. “Ragachak not know why!”

“Probably because all five of you used the same bandage,” sighs Doctor von Bloöd. “I keep telling you goblins that sharing is not always caring. Nurse, sterilize these?”

The nurse breathes fire on the instrument tray.

“I’ll lance it, but you’ll need to keep it clean,” says von Bloöd. “Can’t you waylay some do-gooders carrying clean water for once?”

“Ragachak try!” chirps Ragachak. “But it hard to tell before we drop the big rock.”