"It was them!"
Sean hurled the file onto the overbed table. The impact sent loose pages skidding across its surface, then the photographs of Clift and Jay fanning out like damning evidence laid bare. Faces frozen in moments that now burned behind Sean's eyes.
Yes. Once again, Sean had been sent back to the hospital. After the fight, he suffered quite heavy internal injuries, including broken ribs, Fractured bones, and a bleeding spleen.
Most of it had already been mended by healers, and some light injuries healed by health potions after the healers knitted flesh and the doctor bones back together.
Sean was not in critical condition. Overall, he would be alive. Though living was not the same as winning. And once again, he was confined to a bed, ordered to rest for several days. Again.
Salvo pinched the bridge of his nose, fingers pressing into his glabella as though warding off a headache. His lips curled into something resembling sympathy, if one looked only at the surface.
