"Ugh...blegh!"
Beric, startled awake, retched violently. Ian, who had been reading nearby, watched him, handing him a cup of water.
When they had returned to the barracks, Beric was, as the healer had put it, barely clinging to consciousness. Considering the hole punched through his body, even that was a miracle.
"Are you alright?"
"My stomach's churning..."
"But why?"
"I don't know. Did the healer slip something in the medicine?"
With each passing hour, Beric's condition improved at an astonishing rate. He still couldn't get out of bed, but judging by his tone and attitude, it seemed he was out of the woods.
"Can you straighten your back?"
"Can't even feel it. Should I try?"
"No. You might tear your wound."
"Ugh. What kind of herbs did they stuff in here?" Beric grumbled, disgusted by the feel of the plant residue on his fingertips.