Calder groaned as he tried to sit up but a seething pain kept him from moving. "He's awake!" Britille shouted excitedly. "What happened?" He asked as sweat rolled down his face. "Is this it?" Syria asked in a flat tone as she walked over from the window and tossed a box next to Calder. "Is that important right now?" Britille asked in utter disbelief.
"We need to leave... I'd rather not waste anymore time here. Who knows when they will show up." Syria explained. Britille's eyes widened she had no idea what Syria was thinking. "There's no way we can move him! Look at his leg, he has a fever and who knows how much blood he lost!" Britille argued back.
"That's why we need to leave!" Syria said firmly as she glared at Britille. Calder pushed himself to sit up. "Wait!" Britille shouted as she placed her hands onto his chest but Calder shook his head no. "She's right we can't stay." He said as he finally saw the state of his body.
