Arthur helped the man to lean on his right side. The panicked screams buzzed in his ears and the shouts of the guards, randomly ordering around, added salt to the wound. The chaos reminded Arthur of his runaway.
He sniffed and swallowed a bit of blood along his snort. His eyes slowly started to roll and his head became heavier.
He was aware of his blinks. He knew how loud his heart was beating because it dulled his hearing. An itch situated at the back of his head gave his thoughts something to wonder about for a moment until the voice of his mentor called him back.
"Arthur! Stop daydreaming!"
Like a violent slap on his face, the inner tremor was more than enough to snap him out of his reverie.
He clenched his fist and yelled at Bion.
"Hurry up and treat him too!"
