Doctor Aris gently placed the last white bandage around Damon's leg. He tied a small, neat knot to keep the cloth in place. He carefully lowered the General's leg back onto the soft silk sheets of the large wooden bed.
The doctor let out a long breath. He turned to his worn leather medical bag. He picked up his glass bottles, his wooden tools, and his extra cloth, packing them neatly inside. He closed the heavy metal clasp with a sharp click.
"I am finished for today, My Lord," Doctor Aris said respectfully. He picked up his bag and bowed his head. "Your leg is doing very well. Please get plenty of rest. I will leave now."
Damon sat against the headboard. He gave the old doctor a single, brief nod. He did not say a word. He just waited.
Doctor Aris walked across the large bedroom. He opened the doors, stepped out into the stone hallway, and pulled the doors shut behind him. The room fell into complete silence.
