Next Day
Morning came quietly.
The grey sky from yesterday had lightened slightly, thin clouds drifting lazily above the camp. The air was cool, filled with the sounds of soldiers training. Steel clashing, boots striking the ground, commands echoing in disciplined rhythm.
Inside the medical tent, Amon opened his eyes.
This time, there was no sharp pain greeting him.
He inhaled slowly, then exhaled.
"…Much better," he murmured.
Compared to yesterday, his condition had improved greatly. His body still felt sore, heavy in places, but the overwhelming pain was gone. He could feel his limbs properly now.
Carefully, he pushed himself up.
There was discomfort, but it was bearable.
Bandages still covered parts of his torso and arms, but they had been changed and properly tightened. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up slowly, testing his balance.
His legs trembled slightly.
But they held.
Amon smiled faintly.
