“Can we see him?” Chris asked as Stella closed the door behind her. She had been busy for six hours.
“I wouldn’t advise it, not yet,” she said.
“How bad is it?” Rev asked her.
“His arms and legs are broken, in total, eight broken ribs, both of his shoulders were dislocated, but I pushed them back, his back is ripped open almost everywhere, and he has a multitude of stab wounds all over his body,” Stella said.
“Holy f**k,” Preston whispered.
“That’s not all. His cheekbones were shattered, his nose broken, his jaw dislocated, and I struggled to keep the internal bleeding at bay. I’ve placed him in a medically induced coma so that he can start to heal, but with the amount of dragon venom in his body it’s going to take a while,” she added.
“Who would do this to him?” Chris asked.
