Anthony slowly opened his eyes, his body aching all over. "Shit that fucking hurts, I think I have several broken ribs and an arm, fuck luckily my grandfather is watching over me and Im still alive".
"Huh!?" He noticed a chandler in the middle of the ceiling. With candle lit to light up the room he's in. "The hell, I don't think Im in a hospital at least even the run down hospital in the province has an electricity. Where the hell am I?".
Due to an accident he can't move that much yet, and was not able to check his surroundings for the moment. Anthony didn't give much thought about his situation for him the most important thing is he's alive.
Checking his arm that has bandages all over, he wants to see how bad his condition is when he noticed that his arm is covered with white linen instead of the medical gauze that he thinks is supposed to be used for his injury and there is two 3 inch by 1 and 1/2 feet plank sandwiching his left arm.
Brows knitted together he thought, 'Im definitely not in any license medical practitioner, do I look that poor that I was brought to a shoddy albolaryo (or apothecary) at least bring me to a proper hospital'. He also noticed the bandages all over his chest. It has some green cream pasted on it as well, he can also see some ground leaf in the cream. 'Fuck I was hit by a truck and I was brought to an apothecary, Im definitely going to die if I don't leave soon and see a proper doctor'.
He tried to stand up when he was struck by the pain coming from his ribs. He blurted out a pain of shout. His eyes is tearing up from the pain and you can see on his face how much pain he is in now.
"Help! Help! ..."
He tried calling for some help, when he heard a rush foot step outside his room. The door was suddenly swung open by a a young man in his teens.
Anthony saw this boy, "help me get a proper fucking doctor and not some quack or else Im going to sue you fucking people!".
The boy was surprised about Anthony's outburst. He suddenly came to Anthony's side and said "Master, we did get the best doctor in the dominion, he already look into your condition".
Then Anthony noticed what the boy looks like, he was wearing a corse white linen shirt with some stain on it. And the eyes, they were hazel nut brown. The high nose and the blonde hair and the complexion of the boy.
'He's white, a caucasian!?' Anthony thought.
On the face of the boy you can see a sincere concern for Anthony's well being. Seeing that Anthony is in a daze he called out to Anthony.
"Master! Master, are you okay? Do you want me to call Master Titch?".
Anthony hearing what the boy said, he was confuse, confuse because of not understanding what the boy said but the dialect. He was pretty sure he haven't heard of that dialect before and even if its a foreign language he was sure that he wont understand it, unless it was english but it wasn't either. 'Then how come I can understand it' Anthony muttered to himself.
Then a sudden headache hit Anthony, memories came flooding into him. Due to the pain of his injury and the sudden headache Anthony lost consciousness again...