Third person POV
In a cave room, Ronan sits beside Damon, worry drawing a creases across his face. The dull rays from the candle stand near the bed, cast it rays on Damon and Ronan in the room. Damon is in a deep sleep, his canine injury exposed and covered with ointment. Ronan, brings the candle close, he moves to touch Damon injury, tracing around it with great precision. Beads of sweat scatters round his body, he notices how Damon aches his back a little from the pain of the wound.
Inside him a turmoil of underlying emotion, anger and sadness all wrapped up in one. His heart drops, tears slides down his eyes. Just when he looks up, he sees his son eyes slowly opening.
"Father." Damon breath, trying to peel myself out of his lying position from the bed.
"Take it easy." Ronan says,
