It was such a horrible realisation. I was admitted to the medical wing long after Cyrus was taken in. As if that wasn't enough, they stared at me like I was going to do something horrible to them. At one point, I yelled at a nurse, "Do you treat everyone with that stupid expression on your face!? Fix it before I fix it for you!"
Poor lady, her face grew more worried, and she was certain that I would harm her after I threw the bedpan at her. My chest heaving, I constantly monitored Cyrus from my own room, recovering myself. His vitals were dropping like rockets from space. Those doctors were shivering every time Cyrus flinched any part of his body. They tried everything on him. Everything...
Shocks, multiple holographic Xray scans, pushed gauze deeper and deeper into his wound to make the bleeding stop..
I felt bad for Cyrus.
I wished Seraphiel were here.
