Chapter Twenty-Seven

I had never been more nervous in my life. Working on a severely injured patient while being stared down by a menacing army general who's notorious for being bloodthirsty? It was easily the hardest thing I've ever had to do. The fact that I knew the patient, though not well, didn't help either. 

Looking down at his still form lying on the table was... unnerving. He had seemed so competent when I'd first met him. What, by the Fates, could have gotten to him like this? His organs looked like claws had torn them, but there wasn't a scratch on his armor. I could barely get things back together. I hate to admit it, but he may never be able to fight again as a true knight. That's if he even survives the night.