Foolish as a child

The growley delirious idiot looked up at the two healers, their faces blurring as the pain hit him in droves. He hadn’t felt this much pain since the day he had almost died, and that had left him scarred mentally and physically. The two woman rushed around him, but all he wanted was the answer to his question - what had happened to Io?

When his sister told him to eat, he did so. He trusted her, he knew she would make the pain go away. He bit down, groaning softly from the effort of moving even this small part of him. Slowly, surely, it hit his bloodstream and the pain began to ebb. He grew more delirious, instead of less. “So many pretty girls in my life” he whispered, not sounding at all like himself.