Garnt stood at the threshold of his brother Baktou's room, his heart heavy with a mixture of relief and dread. His brother lay on the bed, a shadow of his former self, bandages covering his wounds which healed over time, but all of them made him look like a monster that had come to life.
Baktou's once robust frame now looked frail and broken, his face bearing the scars of the accident that had nearly taken his life and his sanity was something everyone had to question.
"Aahnt..." Baktou's voice was barely a whisper as he lifted his gaze to meet his brother's eyes.
Garnt approached the bed, his steps slow and measured. He reached out, gently taking Baktou's hand in his own. "I'm here, Baktou. I'm here for you," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion.
