“Graden. Graden.”
Graden rolled over, the knocking battering his brain around. He’d thought he’d wake feeling better after the previous day’s treatment, but he felt worse. His head pounded, his limbs were weak, and his vision hadn’t improved. Groaning, he got to his feet and made his way to the door, finding the nurse standing outside it.
“Louk wanted me to wake you for breakfast,” said Patren, and entered without asking. “He’s giving you this set of clothes for you to keep, you can change out of those things you’ve been wearing. If you’d like help with it—”
Graden groaned again.
“Not in the mood,” he said, leaning against the wall. Patren turned to him but he couldn’t make out the expression on the nurse’s face. “Thought you were trying to bed the doctor.”
“Oh—you thought I—heh, no,”
