He turned his head and saw Delinda, apparently asleep, in a chair near his bed. She must have sensed his return to consciousness because her eyes suddenly opened as he looked at her. “Azerick, you’re awake!” she cried and nearly fell out of her chair as she rushed to his side. She pressed her small hand against his cheek and kissed his lips. “I was so worried. I gave you the healing potion we made and it closed your wounds but you had already lost so much blood by the time Lord Xornan brought you back.” Azerick touched the wound on his chest and winced in pain. “The potion stopped the bleeding and closed the wound but it did not come close to completely healing it,” she explained. “I have been giving you the fast heal potion as best I could in the meantime but it is such a horrible injury. I did not know if it would be enough.” Azerick reached up and wiped away the tears that streamed freely down her cheeks. Delinda took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently. “I prepared another healing draught but it will not be ready for at least two more days.
