Rory took in a deep breath the moment he felt himself awaken. The struggle to take ear was no longer there, along with a sense of relief. Yet the pain on his side lingered, making him lower his hands on that part to see what had happened. The wounds were not there, but he could still feel that sting within.
“He’s awake!”
A shrill voice forced him to open his eyes, realizing that he was not alone when he heard the many footsteps around him.
“Sir Rory, thank the heavens you’re back.”
The old woman’s sweet smile was welcoming to his sight. It seemed like it had been so long since he last saw those caring looks.
“Where am I?”
He frowned, noticing that he was now in a soft comfortable bed, still feeling a bit dazed from everything at that moment, as he truly believed he was going to die.
