The anguished screams persisted, reverberating off the walls until the doctor and nurse emerged from the room. Suri stood at the forefront, awaiting news of her uncle's condition.
"Your Highness the Princess," the bespectacled doctor acknowledged in surprise.
"Is Uncle Lazarus okay?" Suri asked.
"Lord Lazarus is resting. Due to a shortage of anesthesia, we had to bind him. I'll return shortly to ensure he does not continue to lose blood."
"Thank you for your help, doctor."
"Ah, that's my job. Then I'll excuse myself, Your Highness."
Suri nodded. After seeing the doctor and nurse depart, she entered the room and asked her guard to stay at the door. The servants, done tidying the bloody cloth, also excused themselves, leaving her all alone.