Soren
I winced as the doctor worked on my arm, he pulled out the bullet before stitching me up.
Of course, the pain was nothing compared to the bullet tearing into me earlier.
The drugs he'd administered were beginning to dull my senses, making me drowsy, but not enough to completely drown out the ache.
Rowan and Rudolf stood on either side of my bed, silent but watchful. They were both paranoid after the attack. Rowan's arms were crossed, his jaw tight, while Rudolf's stoic expression gave nothing away. The doctor tied off the final stitch and stepped back, inspecting his work.
"You'll need to take it easy for a while," he said, "Make sure to clean the wound daily, and don't overexert yourself."
I nodded, managing a faint smile despite the haze settling over me. "Thanks, Doc. I'll keep that in mind."
He packed up his tools, gave me a final glance of approval, and left the room without another word.