“General, please, you need to hold still.”

One voice said.

“You’re loosing too much blood.”

The other adds as many hands hold the man down, his tail trembled between his legs.

“We have to stitch the wound, now.”

He’d been gagged by a cloth, a deep gash of the sword above his right hip.

“There are no more anesthetics or pain killers left.”

Gorou pants, his chest rising and falling wildly, teal eyes brimmed with tears as they held him still.

“Well try to be fast but you will have to endure the pain.”

His body was littered with small slashes and bruises, it was normal on the field especially for him but…

“What do you mean I can’t go in? I’m his fiancé!”

Your voice reached his ears, perked in confusion and the adrenaline rushing through his body didn’t make it any better.

“We’re almost done.”

Your voice distracted gorou, his skin turned a deep purple were the wound had been stitched. A nasty sight honestly…

“You can tell that woman to come in now. But she should keep quiet.”

Another man walked in another medic.

“Ryouma said we should refrain from letting her see the general. Even though she claims to be his fiancé we should be wary of her. She could be lying, especially since the general is in a weakened state.”

And yet all gorou managed was to pant against the gag, his face red and moist with tears yet he looked oddly numb in the moment. That was until he’d passed out…