Xaden woke up, his eyes heavy and his back ned exhausted.
He felt his open wound already smelling with infection.
He gently touched hiss side and felt very dark blood slowly slipping out.
He wasn't bleeding as bad as he had in the beginning.
But he could tell how dangerous it was getting.
He had been bleeding for almost two weeks now and if he didn't take care of himself, he might die.
He groaned and laid his head back against the wall.
And then it occurred to him that he had nowhere he was.
He looked around and saw that it was a dark musty room with no lights.
There weee bars before him and he knew it was a cage.
How had he even gotten here in the first place.
The last thing that he remembered was being dizzy and finally passing out.
When and how had he gotten here.
He reached for the bars and it burned him, he immediately flinched.
Then he heard footsteps approach.
