"Can you treat him?" Eden questioned the Royal Physician who was struggling to keep calm.
"I'll try..." The Royal Physician had gotten back to Elvis.
He had opened his arm where the arrow was shot and was already applying medicine on it. Carefully cleaning it up first.
Eden casually stood there with Mr George, watching
Elvis was subconscious. His eyes were shot while he made soft sounds of pain while squeezing his face in discomfort. It was as though he was having a nightmare or something.
They watched the Royal Physician work for what seemed like an hour. He was done cleaning up the physical mess in his arm and now he had gone to treat him internally.
This took over thirty minutes as he checked Elvis's pulse while applying some medicine to his injury and giving him some pills.
"How's he now? What happened?" Eden observed how the Royal Physician was going back and forth in his treatment.
