The story of a boy named Morthus, or is it Armin?

Chapter 8 The academy's sickbay

I woke up in the academy's sickbay. Next to me in a bed was a former classmate with a bandaged leg. everything from his knee had been amputated, now he had a bandaged stump. Despite the way his body looked, he was very cheerful. "Hey, you're awake, heard what you did really legendary man, shame about your eye" I heard a vaguely familiar voice but couldn't see who it was. It seemed like my vision on my left side was gone. I tried to open my eye to see who it was but found out it was already open. I moved toward my eye with my hand to which the voice responded, "don't touch it you'll loosen the stitches this way". A hand grabbed my hand and put it back next to my body. But continued to hold it.

I decided to turn my head to see who was sitting at my bedside. To my surprise, it was Hunter sitting there by my side. Hunter held my hand and spoke to me. "You watch yourself, move carefully. I'm going to fetch the doctor and inform him that you are awake. stay down and please don't move" he sounded very concerned, and a shake could be heard in his voice. hunter got up and walked away.

I heard him talking to the doctor. "I'm afraid he has no vision on the left side. is he going to get it back?" the voices came closer, and the doctor was at my bedside. "So how are you feeling?" Sincerely? my head felt like a wall had run into me and I can't see anything on my left side. but I answered the doctor's question with "I have a headache and no vision on my left side, is there something covering my eye?" the doctor explained that there was nothing they could do and that they tried their best. He instructed me not to go to combat classes for a while and use that time to start training to see depth again with only one eye.

When I was allowed out of the sickbay I was escorted to our room by Hunter. On the way to the room, I ran into my former classmate from the sickbay. He was running through the hallways with his crutches and seemed totally unfazed by his amputation. That evening my eye and stitches had to be cleaned with a warm cloth. Hunter insisted that he was going to clean it. The warm cloth touching my face was such a comforting feeling. And there again were those eyes of Hunter looking deep into my blind eye with the reflection of the candle glinting in his eye. When he finished, he handed me an eye patch. Did he seriously expect me to put that on? I took it and immediately put it back on my nightstand. "You have to wear it otherwise the wound gets even more invested" his voice had never sounded so serious and stern. So I grabbed it and tried to tie it behind my head.After several failed attempts I felt Hunters hands around my hips, and he turned me around. He grabbed the strings and knotted it. "Is it too tight? or is it right? it really shouldn't be tight but shouldn't come loose either" his voice sound suddenly stressed and unsure. So much stress over a small thing. "It's just right."