Jared sat in his wheelchair in the clinic, doodling, again, when he was supposed to be writing recipes. He was drawing himself, standing, with fire in his hands, but... it looked more like a generic human shape with his hair and dots all over it's face holding fire. He was no artist.
The apostate doodled peacefully, and he heard a knock on his door. He, too trustingly, opened the door and saw the man there, and a smile appeared on his face, to see Anders and his partner. Jared wheeled himself backwards to allow them room to walk in, and a grin showed on his face. "What brings you fella's here?" He rested against the back of the chair, looking up at the two. Sometimes he had to wonder whether going to Orzammar would be a good idea... he wouldn't strain his neck so much. He'd begun to develop knots in his neck.
He heard another knock and looked over, wondering who in the world that could be. He looked to Anders and shrugged, before rolling his way over to the doors once more, and opening them. The door was kicked open and templars rushed in, Jared's only reaction being one of shock, and after, a scared look towards Anders, fearing for both himself and the other.
"--Hey, what makes you think you could just-" He received a heavy blow to the side of the head with the hilt of a sword, and he was kicked back, wheelchair rolling to a wall and slamming against it, his head receiving similar treatment by the cold, hard wall.
He was out for about two minutes, and when he looked up, his vision blurred, and he could see the men just faintly.. and... Anders...
He squinted until his vision returned and panic raced through his system.
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