Tyler closed his eyes to rest.
His body had been broken in many places, and his spleen had ruptured. A lung had been damaged, and he had internal bleeding in his abdomen and head.
He had needed two operations after Vincent’s assault. In addition to these, he had reacted badly to all magic-based medicines and treatments, causing delays and relapses in his healing, but once the doctors had come to realize the issue, they had modified their approach, and now he was on the mend at a faster pace.
Faster than if magic had been used on a regular person.
Tyler already knew this about his constitution. He had not been able to communicate it to his people, as he didn’t need others excessively knowing about his business. He let the doctors figure it out, and when they brought it up, he had played
