Wheeling Gull Isle do no harm

The problem of waking up in pain meant that it was difficult to go back to sleep, and that was evident to the body that lay in the cave, because that bright eye never did close. The body felt all the pain their ruined body afforded, and there was very little the herbs could do to alleviate what plagued him. He watched as wolves came and went. He ate, he was tended to, sometimes he relieved himself with the aid of a medic, but for the most part there was only pain and it soon became a constant, incessant sensation. Always present. Always there, stopping him from drifting.

He watched as the pale girl from before returned to his side, bringing more offerings. After some explanation he tried to reach out and lick at the poppy seeds, but any form of strain only caused further discomfort; he whined, or thought he whined, and aside from the narrowing of his good eye there was only a short breath and silence — so he could not even cry out? He was stuck in this state, with these strangers, and he couldn't even — what was going on.