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An entire day and night stuck in a bed was enough to begin to drive Galahad mad. The wound Edmund had made didn't hurt too much anymore - it just itched madly under the dressings. He had received worse in battle, but had never recovered so quickly as he had with the methods used by the doctors here.
Galahad pulled himself out of the bed with a grunt. The placement of the cut on his stomach cause pain when he moved, but Galahad would endure it if it meant freedom from the room. He fastened his breeches and pulled his shirt on, not caring much for his appearance. Maybe he could explore this building...anything to get his mind off the damn itching.
Galahad pulled himself out of the bed with a grunt. The placement of the cut on his stomach cause pain when he moved, but Galahad would endure it if it meant freedom from the room. He fastened his breeches and pulled his shirt on, not caring much for his appearance. Maybe he could explore this building...anything to get his mind off the damn itching.