After taking the medicine, Ethan felt his strength gradually returning, his internal injuries healing at a remarkable pace, and his external wounds showing signs of improvement. Nonetheless, Ethan collapsed back to the ground, still gravely injured and weakened, the medicine needing more time to fully exert its healing effects.
Time passed, with Ethan lying in the same position, motionless. To an observer, placed beside the corpse of the man he had killed, both might seem lifeless, Ethan's body also marred by severe injuries.
The time passed uneventfully until, about fifteen minutes later, Ethan was jolted awake by a sound, something stirring beneath the desert soil and drawing closer. Without needing an explanation, Ethan quickly deduced that desert worms were approaching, lured by the blood from his fight soaking into the earth.
"Well, there goes my little rest," Ethan muttered as he pushed himself up and hurried back toward the truck.
