When Gador finally woke Wood, his body tensed, and his face turned as white as paper. The intense pain made him want to slam his head into the floor to knock himself out. After a few moments, his clenched jaw loosened slightly, though not because the pain had lessened, but because he had become somewhat accustomed to it.
"How did you end up like this?" Gador leaned against the wall, playing with the latest windproof lighter from Aurordo, a smirk on his face as if enjoying the spectacle.
Wood sat up, enduring the sharp pain in his body. Yet the physical pain was nothing compared to the torment in his mind. His eyebrows shot up, and through gritted teeth, he spat, "It's all that bastard Julian's doing. I underestimated him. Maybe I was his target all along…." He gasped as the movement strained his stitches, causing fresh blood to seep from the wound and bringing a new wave of pain.
