Makun sat where he had woken up earlier, on the leather couch right in front of the fireplace.
He coldly looked at Doc, his expression furious.
He had been a drum to that tiny man, receiving punches from him, again and again, it was endless and had lasted several minutes.
He had been on the verge of cracking, on the edge of retorting, but the facts were there.
The Doc mastered his job, Makun felt his condition improve, the wounds disappear, his tendons reform, his route core and spiritual veins stabilising.
This man in minutes, had done what Sarah could not in hours.
He was a level above.
Makun felt fully recovered, better than ever, ready for action.
"Thanks Doc." Sarah said in his stead.
She had struggled with Makun's internal injuries, damage to the route core and spiritual veins were notoriously difficult to heal.
