Let me heal my wounds

Winter. A tall man was chopping down trees. Next to him was a levitating book, with a black cover. This world had its own laws, and Maxwell didn't care: after all, he had been in this world for about seven years. For seven years he fought, getting some crumbs and cooking amazing dishes, explored this land length and breadth, found a lot of monsters that he could not deal with because of his health, and so on. He was quite weak and aged, but that didn't stop him from fighting pretty well. He fought, of course, in the best armor. — All right, clones, back up! - Clearing his throat, Maxwell raised his voice, putting the axe in his backpack. The clones immediately came running to him. There were three of them: shadows that were created from their brothers who were at war with people in madness, that is, from their remnants. The woodcutter, the digger, and the defender lined up in a row, waiting for orders from their master. Maxwell picked up the book, slammed it shut and his clones soared into the air with black smoke. Putting the book in his pocket, the old man continued to collect logs. — Oh, winter... Mdam... Or maybe... In the summer, go explore the bottoms? And in the spring of the sea? Although, the seas will take two seasons. Then you can live in autumn and winter and explore what is happening underground. — He was talking to himself. The clones were taciturn, and there were no other people. — Yes, the plan is good. It remains to wait for the time With these words, he picked up the last log and slowly returned to his base. Passing by the dryers, he collected the dried monster meat and carefully put it in the refrigerator side by side with ice and ordinary monster meat. Grabbing the meat, he quickly hung it up to dry, and threw a couple of logs to the dying fire in the fire pit. The fire immediately captured the logs and devoured them. Maxwell took off his hat of cats and sat down next to the fire. He took out the crumbs of the hot-water bottle stone from his pocket. — Mdam... We'll have to do two more of these... Well, nothing, the resources are still there... — He sighed in disappointment, — It's good that there is no one else with me... Although, no... It's simple, you need to be neutral. And then suddenly I'm still years old here... Fifteen to sit alone. So, it would be better if someone was with me, but something similar to me... While he was reasoning out loud, night crept up quietly and imperceptibly. Maxwell unwrapped the litter that he had found a long time ago, wished good night to his crow and the New Ruler, curled up in a ball near the fire and fell asleep. New day - new challenges! Maxwell reluctantly got up from the litter and threw a couple more logs into the center of the fire pit. The fire broke out again and the base became warm and cozy again. After having breakfast with a couple of meatballs made of ice and dried monster meat, he packed a backpack and wearing his hat made of "live lumps of wool" went to check his rabbit traps. — How tired of this monster meat... I feel sick already... Maybe there is rabbit meat... — The man thought, but was distracted from his thoughts by a carrot, — Opa! Carrot! He quickly grabbed it and moved on. The days were short, so I had to hurry to get there before nightfall. Yes, and one hat was missing, and he did not have time to make a heating pad. Soon, he was thinking again. He got confused in his thoughts and... he fell into a big snowdrift. Tripped over something big... - What...?! Maxwell shouted, but when he turned around, he saw the body of a man, "Oh, shit! He immediately jumped up to the icicle. Grabbing his small, icy and blue hand, he checked his pulse. Alive. It gave him hope. He picked it up quietly, but it was quite heavy, so he immediately sat down. — Wow, a boar, he ate and passed out... Maxwell grumbled, but getting up with renewed vigor, he went to the base. "There is no stone, no jacket... What an infection..." he thought to himself. The journey was very difficult. The old man ran out of strength several times and got down on one knee, but his eyes lit up again and rising, he found the strength to continue on his way. Many times he listened to his breathing, and barely caught the breaths and exhalations. He came to the base only at night. He put the little body in the tent and lit a fire. Since the tent was not far from the fire, the heat got into it, which gave hope for life. — What a jerk... How long has he been walking like this?... Maxwell grumbled to himself, climbing into the tent to try to bring him to his senses. — And how did this devil get here?... He couldn't have fallen from heaven... his attempts were unsuccessful, and he wrapped him in a blanket, and he lay down and dozed off... He was woken up by someone slurping. He forced himself to get up and look. He did not pay attention to the fact that there was no one next to him, since he did not have time to get used to the person. Sticking his head out of the tent, he saw his "icicle" near the open refrigerator, which was eating all his dried monster meat and sitting in his cap of tails. — What the hell?! What are you doing?! Maxwell cried.