Alexander swallowed hard, before he let out another guttural yell, his body trembling. His body was covered in sweat, his mouth filled with a cloth to muffle the yells as four healers worked on treating his wound.

Eric stood by the door, his eyes thin. The yells kept coming till the healers were done, and they slowly started to back away.

"How is he?" He asked one of them, his voice low.

"It is critical. Worst case scenario, it might not heal and it could get infected. He might never...well. The best is...well, he can lose the use of his left arm."

Eric slowly nodded as she slowly walked away,...