Not the best time (1)

"Edgar! Crap," Alfred winced from sitting up too quickly. 

Alessandra went to his side to help him lay back down.

Edgar stopped walking and ran his hand through his hair. Alfred would make his wounds worse again to stop him from leaving. "Why are you protecting her now?" He asked, needing to know the answer. 

"I am not. I almost died today and someone I promised would not die has perished. I would love to converse with your mother before you sever all ties with her. That is why I want to leave it till morning," said Alfred.

"He won't be able to travel tomorrow or the day after that," Robert spoke up because he was overhearing the conversation. "You must stay in bed, take the medicine I have provided, and frequently clean the wounds. If you want to use your arm in the future, you must stay in bed."