Ancient secrets told

The healing room

Eron went into the light and his eyes flared open. He sat up with a jolt and looked around as his memories slowly came back. "Hey, hey easy" the soft voice called to him, "sit back" Eron looked to see a women. She had short hair and didn't wear the usually women dress that the other healers wore. In fact she was wearing the male outfit. "Wha- who?" Eron blinked confused. He hasn't seen the room a day in his life.
"You're in the hospital, I'm the healer assigned to you" she smiled, "I'm Mal".
"Mal? Nice to meet you, I'm Eron" he sat back and felt the pain stab him. The wound that killed him has no sign of existing but the arrow wounds still ooze out and shock pain through him when he moved. His armour was neatly sat on the table next to him and he only had enough to cover up. "There was a lot of arrows, 5 to be exact" Mal explained, her soft smile making him feel calmer.

"Ouch" Eron sighed, looking around. There was multiple soldiers, all injured with arrows and sword slashes.
"Yeah, here" Mal gave him a herbal remedy, "for the pain, the wounds will heal. They just need time, changed regularly and you won't scare from what I see. Maby one on your shoulder" she smiled and Eron took the herbs that tasted bitter and sour at the same time.
"Ugh" he gagged the last bite.
"Yeah I know, it's horrible but after 5 to 10 minutes the pain will be gone" she promised, "how are you feeling though? Any fever? Shivers? Or cold?" Mal asked and felt his forehead.
"No, maby sore throat" Eron rested and the pain began to ease, "you don't seem like the other women" he commented.
"That's because I'm not" Mal smiled, "I mean I was born a women but I'm actually a man". Eron looked at him, confused on what he said.

"Umm... what?" Eron asked, looking at him. He had tits, no sign of a dick and definitely looked like a women.
"I don't see myself as a women, even if I do what a feminine body, I'm a guy" Mal explained, "it's my identity you know?" He kept pushing. Eron nodded, it began to make sence.
"Well nobody is born perfect" Eron shrugged, "sorry for... not knowing? Assuming?" He apologised awkwardly.
"Don't worry you're not the first and won't be the last" Mal smiled, checking his breathing and pulse.
"Ok so how long do I have to be here? And when can I be cleared for the battle field?" Eron asked, desperately wanting to go back to Devon to see if he's safe. (Well I can admit it now, I do like him) he confesses to himself.
"Not for another weak at least" Mal answered, "try not to move too much, it'll heal faster then" he advised.

"Ok, how did Devon look? I mean King Devon" Eron corrected himself before Mal could answer.
"He had a few cuts, nothing serious but you... you wasn't doing to well" Mal gave a mournful look, "I had to kill you so you wouldn't feel the arrow removal. You was unnaturally cold, like you was dead for a weak" he shivered. (He's actually kinda cute for an elf) Eron thought.
"Yeah... I feel that coldness" Eron admitted. He spent the next weak hearing about the plans, another battle where more wounded soldiers came in. Mal was gentle when he tended to Erons wounds, surprising compared to all the roughness he's use to. When he broke his first bone the healer he was assigned was rough and re-opend the wound that came with it. But Mal was gental, careful to not re-open or cause any extra pain. The weak was bearable with his company, Deven only came 3 times throughout the weak to make sure he was healing up right.