the pain is nauseating, skin sickly pale
  as stomach churns. the arrow had hit
  right beside his abdomen plate, and if it
  would have been a little to the left, he
  wouldn’t have to worry about anything
  more than a simple and sore bruise.

      but no, the arrow is buried deep
      between two ribs, and he’s lucky
      neither of them broke, but still,
      he’s close to losing consciousness.

  eyes threaten to close, but tamlen
  complies to theven’s request and
  tries to keep his focus on the other’s
  eyes, brows furrowed in pain and
  tears slipping down his cheeks.

         ’ t-theven– ’
         he flinches, tenses
         up and shakes his
         head, suppressing
         the unholy urge to
         puke and cry more.

                 ’ it h-hurts– ’