It seemed this woman had no intention of showing mercy and ending his suffering, even when so near death, the universe still showed him cruelty. Was his existence so shameful that he didn't even deserve to fade away without suffering?
Foulques did not have the strength to even scoff, but he wanted to as the woman instructed him to stay still. Did she think he had the ability to do otherwise? If he was capable of movement he would hardly be lying here, now would he?
She claimed she would help him, but as far as Foulques was concerned, she would do nothing but cause him more pain. And as she began to cast her spell, it became clear he was correct. The pain was agonizing, moreso then it had been when he'd hit the ground or during the time he had laid there unmoving.
It was impossible to entirely hold back a pained gasp, even if his pride wished it to be otherwise. Bone and muscle were not meant to shift so, not in such a short period of time. Each movement was accompanied by a loud crack and a sharp jolt of pain.
When the woman placed something in his moth, he didn't hesitate to bite down hard, despite not knowing what it was. He would take anything, even poison, if it would help with the pain.
He couldn't tell how much had passed as the woman continued to mend his twisted bones, it could have been minutes or even hours, everything passing by in a blur of pain. Eventually though, things began to subside. The pain was not gone, but it no longer occupied every sliver of his being, allowing him the strength to slightly open his eyes and glare at the woman.
❝Why...could you not just let me die?❞ He rasped out, not a hint of gratitude in his tone.
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