3 days after part 1
Meeting with the bandits was always guaranteed to be interesting, but it was already starting late. The only reason Patrick hadn't been annoyed was because Azura was still taking longer than normal to get around. He'd offered to help her, but she insisted on doing it herself.
10 minutes into the meeting, he saw her clutch her ankle again, but he said nothing. He'd sprained plenty of bones and joints before, he knew what it was.
Then Azura collapsed. He ran to the other side of the table, found her limbs shaking, and she was cold to the touch. He rolled her onto her back, and her eyes had rolled backwards.
Once the shaking had stopped, Patrick could get a proper look at her ankle. He then saw the puke coloured marks where Azura had taken the full impact when she landed. "OK that's not a sprain. Meeting adjourned." It took him, Darryl and another bandit to carry Azura down to the hospital.
The doctors took one look, and said what they already knew. "It was broken. Definitely infected." The healing and strength potions were broken out on the spot, and bandages were applied. "Now we wait."
