Returning to the headquarters, Shire was surprised to find that Gallieni was not at his desk.
"Is the General still at the House of Representatives?" Shire asked Major Fernan.
"No, he's already back." Major Fernan nodded towards the lounge, his expression a mix of anger and worry: "They 'tormented' the General for over two hours, it seems his old wounds have relapsed."
Shire acknowledged with a simple "Mhm," then made a cup of coffee and walked quietly to the lounge door, gently knocking.
"Come in." The weak voice of Gallieni came from inside the lounge.
Shire carefully opened the door and went in, placing the coffee on the table and softly asked, "General, do you need me to call a medical orderly for you?"
Gallieni's brows were tightly knit, and his face was somewhat pale. He slowly sat up from the bed, shaking his head as he replied, "The cause is the shrapnel left in the wound; the medical orderlies can do nothing!"
