Unfinished Business
*Gulp*
*Gulp*
The cool sensation of the HP potion going down his throat felt refreshing to Leo, as the smooth, consistent liquid helped take his mind off the pain stinging all over his body.
A slash wound here, a stab wound there—his entire body was a mess of injuries, each one a testament to the brutal battle he'd just endured.
His muscles ached and his breathing came in ragged bursts, as every movement of his lungs sent fresh jolts of pain through his battered frame.
However, the worst injury of them all was undoubtedly the deep sword gash across his right shoulder, which continued to ooze blood despite the potion's gradual healing effects.
The torn flesh throbbed painfully, each pulse a reminder of the devastating blow Denver had landed at the end, as while the minor injuries healed fast, this particular wound did not seem to close down at all.
*Huff*