“I came to treat your hands,” Prince Shayne started with a gentle whisper. “I recall you did not have the physician take a look at them earlier. I came to ask your permission.”
“Oh,” Sapiens blinked. “I forgot about them.”
“Again?” Prince Shayne chuckled. “Don’t they hurt you, though? I have everything I need in my—oh, dear God! You’re hurt?” he exclaimed in a whisper when he saw Sapiens’s left arm. Now that Sapiens didn’t have his coat on, the tear in the sleeve and the blood surrounding it showed easily in the light of the fireplace.
Sapiens felt the pain in his arm clearly now that he was forced to focus. It was throbbing with his heartbeats, and it wasn’t clotting either; he could feel thin trickles of blood still fall down his arm.
He tried to hide the pain from his voice. “It doe
