“Yes, I see him, he’ll be fine,” said Gen. “Get me some sutures for the leg and a splint for the arm. Delz, drink this.” Delz managed a sip of the potent brew Gen used to dull the pain, and fell unconscious while Markus moved him to a pallet and Gen started work. Markus was quickly called away to help bring in more injured men, but the numbers were not as high as he had thought they might be, and Delz had one of the nastiest injuries.
Once the worst of the battle was over and the flow of wounded ended, he moved back through the tent to look for Delz. He was awake and looking better than Markus would have guessed possible.
“Hey, Delz,” he said softly, “you okay?”
“Hella, Markus, I think so, but it was a close thing. I thought I’d lost my leg, but I have to say that without your quarterst
