Bearclaw Valley I know my love can be the killing kind

Evien had a lot to say about Aventus' question, but already the exhaustion of the ordeal and of being in pain began to claim his consciousness. He nodded when the healer asked him a question, scarcely hearing it, and felt his chin drift toward the floor. His eyes fluttered closed. He sought to heave his sides in a familiar sigh, but the pain made his breath catch in his throat.

Nevertheless, sleep came for him soon enough, even without medication to aid with it. His shallow breaths became deeper, as deep as his ribs would allow, as he fell into an uneasy slumber.