Hephastion groaned as he tried to get up-and failed -,too bruised and weak to even breath properly

The sun was kissing his skin, so pale, as the armour fell by his side onto the grass. He knew to be alone by the silence, and far from Macedonia or any other land, up into the hills not many explored at the torturous summer. Hephastion kept himself laid, trying to open his eyes. The wind was gentle with him, but the starvation and the pain were not. He didn't know where he was, or what he'd do.