{Music Recommendation: Yelena Belova ~ Lorne Balfe}
He wasn't healing. It was getting worse. Rhane stared at the reflection of his stomach from the mirror before him. He'd changed the stitches and even had it treated, but what he needed was a good rest and some days without doing anything strenuous.
Rhane knew better than anyone how long it takes for infected injuries like this to heal, but this wasn't the time to know better. It was a time to go harder. He was close to getting what he wanted, and not even himself could stop that.
Grabbing a needle from the table, Rhane began to stitch again. Each time he covered the wound up, something caused it to rip open again.
"Hmm," Rhane groaned, grinding his teeth. Working skillfully and with pain, Rhane's mind trailed to Hart. He had been too occupied recovering that he hadn't thought the man would join in the competition.
