He turned around and saw that the dragon had hidden himself under the table, a trail of blood leading there. He had passed out, completely limp.
He reached the doors hidden in a cliff face, the trees on either side watching his approach, but he didn’t acknowledge them, walking through the doors toward the healer he was far too familiar with. Once in the hospital wing, he set the dragon on a cot for the medics to fuss over, going over to the small spring that fell from the wall to wash away the blood. The boy laid limp where he was put, filthy from his weeks on the run without stop. He had lost a large amount of blood and more nurses were called in to help clean, treat, and wrap his wounds, as well as gave him some things to help with the blood loss.