Marcus opened his eyes and finally sat up. A wave of pain rushed over his body, causing him to yell out in pain. Two guards ran in, and seeing their commander awake, they smiled and slammed their fists on their chest. "Good afternoon, Commander."
Marcus grabbed his head, a raging headache making him unable to focus. "Get me some food and drink. Please." The soldiers nodded and quickly left the tent, leaving Marcus alone. Looking down at his body, he saw the vast amount of wounds his body had treated. He rubbed his hand over his cheek and felt the stitching under his finger, followed by a stinging pain.
Getting up, he grabbed his sword and looked at himself in the mirror. 'It's going to be a big scar.' Adam walked in and saw Marcus smiling at himself. Throwing the pouch of water, he was holding at Marcus; he took a seat.
"The doctors said it will heal in time. Just don't be stupid when eating. And no shouting. You'll tear it open." Marcus nodded and downed the pouch's contents.
