Dragoncrest Cliffs eyes heavy but it's time to grind

Eyes widening, his face pulled tight in a grimace as she spoke harshly with him. Vercingetorix could pretend that she was just a bitch, but really, deep down, he knew he was being a shit. You got it, he responded, knowing that arguing with a medic was both a waste of time and poor judgment. The warriors had left it all out on the field, and she was here to pick up the bloody pieces.

Sorry, he said genuinely, forgetting about her remark on the pain. He was too taken aback to think of it, honestly. I've been trying to keep still--this one's just a nasty fucking wound. Won't go away. Verx watched as much as he could, fascinated by the way she cleaned the cut.