"I won't waste your time then on someone you'd rather not treat. I won't make that mistake again. Good Night. Healer."
Bolden kept out the sword, now using it like a makeshift cane and limped out the door. It was far from dignified but after what just happened, did that really matter? It was the only way he could think of to make it back to his tent alone. He shrugged.
"That's life. I should've know better than to trust a healer anyway." He muttered to himself, doing the best he could and leaning into the hilt. The shamed young man would make it back to his tent crawling if he had to. What other choice was there?
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