You drove long and hard back to Monroe, and Pirelli's condition continued to worsen with every mile you drove. You pulled into Monroe proper around sunset, with Ford hustling to get Pirelli out of the back of your Jeep. Bish came out of his barn with a can of beans in one hand, and a greasy fork in the other. His eyes narrow when he spots Pirelli, and he starts shaking his head, "No... Cinch, c'mon now! I'm a doc for horses! I ain't no people doctor! Why'd you bring him here?"
Ford looks surprised by that, "Cinch, tell him to fix Pirelli! C'mon man, he's dyin' here!"
Bish looks over to Ford, and gives him a stern look. "I don't know you, young fella, but whatever that man there's got, I figure you wouldn't fare much better if you caught it too." He looks to you, "nobody here would..."