In the morning Gordon woke up after sleeping deeply. Having been so tired he could have slept through anything. However, he was only woke up now because of the pain. Not knowing how many hours he had been asleep he stiffly sat up and moved around the suite. He wasn't so tired anymore and the pain was keeping him awake.
It was painful to move, but it had been impossible to get back to that comfortable position where he had been able to sleep. Unable to sleep he wondered around in a bit of a haze before he saw something in the kitchen that looked like a heavenly gift in his current state.
Set out in a row on the bar were six vials of red liquid. Gratitude filled Gordon for Joce's consideration.
"Thank you, beautiful angel!"
He said and then limped over to the counter. Carefully, half afraid that he would spill, Gordon put the glass up to his lips and let the healing potion slip down into his mouth and straight down to his stomach without swallowing.
