No walking, unless you count the 1/2 mile or so the Fool wandered trying to find a place that sold Neosporin so he could apply some healing action to his bleeding toes and his chafing thighs.
He found nothing, but was allowed to raid the hotel's first-aid kit affixed to a wall in the dank room behind the front desk. Unfortunately, all he found was a few packets of iodine, several rolls of gauze of various sizes, and a half-used stick of deodorant (undoubtedly for the 3rd shift night clerk). He took the packets of iodine and retired to his room to watch 24-hour news on CNN as it rained outside.
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