22.Aug.12, 11:55 AM
"Good day?" Sanderon frowned with a spark of anger. "Not very."
Sanderon had noticed the brief exchange of body language between D'ren and this healer and wondered about it. "Don't like him very much?" He asked. He really didn't care at this point whether or not Talian did, it was just a way to provide a little distraction as Sanderon worked on sitting up.
Holding onto the bunk with one hand he ever so slowly moved his legs over the side. With agony coursing through his bloody flesh, he pushed off the bed and came into a sitting position. His breath was slightly labored and pull of air that expanded his lungs hurt. Every twitch of the smallest muscle hurt. The softest touch of the breeze hurt him even more. Resting his bloody wrists on his knees, he bent down with eyes closed tight.
He felt like he was being tortured again and the worst hadn't even come yet. 'Cleaning the wounds?' 'Flushing them?' Fellis? Stitches?! What ever happened to just smearing it with numbweed and letting him alone?
Lifting his head, Sanderon took one look at the bowl of medicinal liquid and the Fellis mixture and knew he wasn't going to stick around. His torture hadn't really ended after all. With his teeth grinding and his back burning, he pushed off the bed and stood. Glancing at the Fellis Juice again, he shook his head and then glanced quickly to the door. With D'ren gone now there was no need for him to stay and 'behave'.
"No thanks. I'll see myself out."
His iron-willed determination, brought Sanderon forward towards the door.
Sanderon had noticed the brief exchange of body language between D'ren and this healer and wondered about it. "Don't like him very much?" He asked. He really didn't care at this point whether or not Talian did, it was just a way to provide a little distraction as Sanderon worked on sitting up.
Holding onto the bunk with one hand he ever so slowly moved his legs over the side. With agony coursing through his bloody flesh, he pushed off the bed and came into a sitting position. His breath was slightly labored and pull of air that expanded his lungs hurt. Every twitch of the smallest muscle hurt. The softest touch of the breeze hurt him even more. Resting his bloody wrists on his knees, he bent down with eyes closed tight.
He felt like he was being tortured again and the worst hadn't even come yet. 'Cleaning the wounds?' 'Flushing them?' Fellis? Stitches?! What ever happened to just smearing it with numbweed and letting him alone?
Lifting his head, Sanderon took one look at the bowl of medicinal liquid and the Fellis mixture and knew he wasn't going to stick around. His torture hadn't really ended after all. With his teeth grinding and his back burning, he pushed off the bed and stood. Glancing at the Fellis Juice again, he shook his head and then glanced quickly to the door. With D'ren gone now there was no need for him to stay and 'behave'.
"No thanks. I'll see myself out."
His iron-willed determination, brought Sanderon forward towards the door.