Kai pushed himself upright on the healer's cot, the thin sheet falling from his chest.
He stretched his limbs slowly. Nothing cracked, but his muscles ached with a dull throb. Still, he flexed his previously broken hand into a fist, testing it.
No sharp twinges. No numbness.
"Mostly healed..." he murmured, examining the bruising where the shield had crushed his fingers.
Faded.
Faint.
His life essence had been spent well.
He stood and grabbed his shirt, slinging it over his shoulder before tugging it on one-handed.
But even if he could heal himself, his body needed to rebuild its blood supply on its own.
'I wonder if I could become a vampire or something...?' he thought, darkly amused. 'No. Burning in the sun or losing control of myself doesn't sound fun. Also, blood. That's just gross.'
