“Faustos, is Tien alright?” I asked warily as I watched my guard slumping on his horse beside us. Faustos brought our horse close beside his and I placed my hand to Tien’s forehead. He and Gohan had both been quiet during the ride. Tien occasionally would suck in sharp breaths quietly as he was obviously still in pain. Until now, I assumed it was merely the pain bothering him. Now, as my skin made contact with his warm, dewy forehead, I knew it was much worse.
“Tien! Tien!” Faustos called to our friend, shaking him gently by the shoulder. I inspected the stump of Tien's severed arm, noting that it was reddening more than it should have, as well as smelling foul. We had been on the road for a full day, and now trekking through the woods for hours. His wound was clearly diseased, and we had
