Sebastian wanted to scream out in pain. His head throbbed and he could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears. He felt like someone had run over his entire body with a truck.
He’d woken up ten minutes ago to Fynn, his father, and the physician staring at him. He was lying in his bed, stripped of all of his armor, his cloak, his t-shirt, and his combat boots. The only thing that they hadn’t taken off of him was his pants. Feeling uncomfortably clothes-less, he tugged the blankets on his bed over his shoulders to cover himself.
“You wore yourself out badly, kid,” the physician told him immediately. The man got up to leave and added, “You’ll feel better once you’ve rested for a few days.” Sebastian’s father followed the physician out the door, leaving Sebastian alone with Fynn.
“So what happened?” He asked, struggling to sit up. Pain burned down his entire back and he gave up, letting himself fall backwards until he was lying on his back again.
“You blacked out from exhaustion,” Fynn began with an obvious statement. “All of your armor was on, so I couldn’t carry you myself. I got dad and he carried you back here and got the physician to make sure you were alright. You were out for…” he paused to glance at the watch strapped on his wrist, “an hour and forty-two minutes.”
Sebastian nodded. “Thank you,” he mumbled. “For getting me help, that is.”
“You’re welcome, my lord,” Fynn smiled. He got up and said, “I have to go and clean my chambers. I forgot to tell you a few things, though.”
“What did you forget?” Sebastian asked him curiously.
“Well, first of all, you snore pretty badly,” he began as he opened the door. Pausing for a moment, he added, “Secondly, Lucine is here to visit you.”
“What?” Sebastian asked in horror, flinging back the covers on his bed as he attempted to get up. His muscles seemed to scream in agony, forcing him back onto his bed. Fynn slipped out of the room and darted across the hallway, slamming the door of his chamber behind him. “Get back here!”