Bradley stirred awake and looked around in the bright light.
"Brother!" Stanley called out. He stood up and quickly went up to his brother and helped him get back up.
"Wh-where are we?" Bradley asked. A dull pain still remained in his body from the fight, but it was fading away even as he spoke. However, the sharp pain in his arm didn't leave just yet.
"The infirmary in the headquarters," Stanley said. "I brought you here to get treated. Old man Sam went out to get some ointments for our wounds."
"Wounds? Oh right, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Bradley looked toward his brother. "How's your wound?"
"I'm fine, brother. You should worry about yourself. You are the one that fainted," Stanley said.
