Chapitre 197: The Hateful Eyes of Stagnation

As Anna applied the Sage's Bosom to his wound, a potent burning sensation ran through the cut on his head, allowing him to vividly feel each section of sensitive flesh be taken into the embrace of the concentrate. 

"I know it isn't a pleasant feeling, but you'll be thankful for it when your cut isn't infected and leaking pus and maggots by next week."

Obviously reading the grimace on Lucas' expression as the vibrant burning of the liquid spread throughout his wound, Anna gave him words of advice while Abraham chuckled to himself. 

"...Thanks for the calming image."

Being assured with a less than beautiful image to imagine, Lucas continued to wince quietly to himself before the orderly woman wrapped the new, fresh bandages around the compromised section of his crown. 

"All set."

"Thank you--all of you."

"Don't sweat it, kid. You're going to get us out of here, right? You need to be in tip-top condition, dont'cha?"