The Cyclical Struggle

"I've had enough." Donncahd growled. His arms shook as he tried to force himself to stand. His red eyes burned with rage and anger.

Rache had no doubt that, if the man had the strength to stand, he'd be trying to throttle the medic.

"Then I hope you're prepared for death." The medic didn't even seem concerned. "Your wounds will open and you will bleed to death. I will be very disappointed in my work going to waste, but I suppose it's a matter of luck."

The medic's words and tone were sharp, and they sent shivers down her spine. "If I must resort to restraining you, I shall."

"Cease with your threats!" Donncahd's voice was rough and low.

Rache sighed loudly. It was as if Donncahd was stuck in a loop. Every day or two he'd just forget whatever breakthrough she thought he had and go back to his stubborn ways.

His stubbornness was truly on another level.

She knew it was, of course, he was extraordinarily stubborn in the book.