Ailen awoke to the sudden shock of pain that ran through his stomach. The ice slowed the wound from being infected but it still hurted like hell. He groaned as he leaned up from the now damp bed. Ailen struggles to stands on his fret and walks over to the cold iron door. "Help." He said almost sounding like a whisper. Obviously no one was gonna save him or here him. Ailen slid against the door repeating the word "help". The ice that covered his abdomen was completely red and his eye site was terribly blurry. "It can't end like this...." He said as tears poured down his face. Ailen regretted the idea of his. The cloak he was wearing was soaked in blood and it dripped forming a small puddle. Ailen stares at the wall as his eye lids began to close. Surely it wasn't sleep that was waiting for him when his eyes closed.