"Wake up!" Yianni yelled. But the guard rolled his eyes again, looking from side to side. It seemed he didn't even know what was going on around him.
"He's still sedated, Your Majesty," the doctor said, affirming the king's thoughts.
"I don't care… get him to sit down, now!"
The guards who were stationed at the entrance of the infirmary rushed in upon hearing what Yianni had said and both of them carried the guard and propped him up.
Yianni handed the man whose head lulled from side to side with groans escaping his throat, the paper and the quill which he had already dipped into the inkwell.
"Write down what happened! Where's Horas? The person you were supposed to have protected with your measly life?"
