Savio flinched from every movement. His ribs hurt, and his headache was starting to make itself known again. He looked up at Sayren and raised an eye brow at her observation of the Infirmary. Well, perhaps she was right. Her background was much different from his so it’s no wonder that many things are different between them.
When she made the comment about the monks though, it made Savio chuckle. Or at least, he tried too but it only made the pain in his ribs ache all the more. “I never fought them. I just… There was a minor misunderstand when I first started working in Nyka. I was making a delivery and using the roofs to navigate the Southern Quarter easier, and the monk thought I was running because I stole something. Well, if you see a muscled and deadly monk running after you would you just stop running to have small talk? No? I didn’t think so either, so I ran. Turns out, after he caught me and roughed me up a little bit, that he was the designated addressee all along, and I had been on my way to his guard post. He was kind enough to escort me here and paid a nice tip as an apology.” Savio gave her a lopsided grin.
Just then, Thera entered the room carrying a tray of interments and ointments. She sat the tray down and looked at Savio expectantly. “Well? I don’t have all day. Take off your shirt so I can see the extent of the damage. “
Savio’s face turned a bright shade of red as he struggled back to his feet. At least he was soon distracted by mind numbing pain as he attempted to work off his shirt. Once his shirt was off, Savio’s lean but toned chest was revealed. But his lightly tanned skin was marred by large dark blue and black bruises, mainly on his left side. Thera tsked Savio as she reached for her ointments and started treating the bruises. Savio bit his lower lip to hold back whimpers of pain or curses.
“It looks like you managed to get yourself two bruised ribs. They will heal in two weeks, so keep that in mind.” She moved on to Savio’s head and examined a small gash on his forehead. She then went about cleaning it and, much to Savio’s dismay, stitching it up. And yes, Savio did vocalize his discomfort as she placed the stiches, and Thera did not pay it any mind what so ever.
In all, it took Thera about two bells to have Savio all patched up. She informed the young man that he also had a concussion, and not to go to sleep for five hours. She also gave him some medicine for the headache and body pains to take every morning for four days.
She helped Savio back into his shirt and led them out of the small exam room. “Savio, I hope I don’t have to see you again. But judging from your luck, you will grace my presence again soon.”
Savio offered his gratitude and he led Sayren out of the Infirmary once more. At least the medicine worked fast, since the pain in his head was no longer unbearable and the sun wasn’t Savio’s nemesis.
“Thank you Sayren for helping me out.” Savio then said to the young woman.