-Cole-
It had been a few days... at least, I think it was a few days. I had tried to stay awake, but my body had other plans, especially given how badly it was damaged. The only person I saw was the older man—the physician—who kept tending to my wounds, changing my bandages, and cleaning them.
I caught a glimpse of one wound in the dim light. It looked red, nasty, and had these large, painful-looking stitches. I knew it would scar badly and take a long time before I could even walk again. But I wasn’t sure I’d live long enough to get back on my feet.
These pagans had to be planning something... maybe they were going to use me to threaten my kingdom or my family. Yes, that had to be it. They were keeping me alive just long enough until they got what they wanted from me.
The old man sl
