Third person
King Aldric walked into his private chamber, and instead of the usual fragrance of his mate, he was welcomed with the overwhelming stench of blood.
The physician was still at it, but this time the room was not as cold as he had left it.
Slowly, he walked toward the bed, his heart pounding too many times per second to keep count of its beats.
The moment he pulled the curtains aside and stepped inside, his breath relaxed, and his shoulders, which seemed to have been held high, relaxed a little. The man on the bed had finally gained some color.
"How is he?" he asked.
The physician almost jumped out of his skin. Quickly, he bowed.
"The Captain is responding. Though slowly, we have a pulse."
Aldric nodded, his lips pressed tightly.
"I won't allow you to leave me, Kebel," he whispered to himself.
The rest of the day went by in a blur.
Rain slept all through it, and his mate just sat with him, waiting and hoping.
