[hr][center][h1][color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=007236]Location: [/color]The Barracks (Infirmary)
[Color=007236]Skills:[/color] N/A[/center][hr]

Despite the continuing loss of blood running down his wounds, Mahendra was still awake once he was lead into the barrack's infirmary. He only imagined how the army infirmaries looked like back during the War, filled to the brim with dead or dying soldiers with various wounds, him included with the long gash. He was lucky to reach medical personell in time and for the wound not getting infected. Hopefully the infirmary was more modern than it had been the previous decade. 

[Color=007236]"Not exactly, Sir. Glass. Very long story..."[/color] Mahendra managed to say in a coherent sentence to the army doctor, following him to the table where he presumed he was to be seated. In his dizzy state of blood-loss, Mahendra felt the world turn to a darker shade of black once in a while, before it turning bright and clear again. But now he was somewhere they could treat him - hopefully -, and the fear of death could only remain that; a fear. [Color=007236]"No...no...that's quite all right, Sir Doctor. I...I'll be fine...I think."[/color] Mahendra continued, opening and closing his eyes as the doctor examined his injures. The possible scars he'd be left with wasn't that much of a concern to him; scars were signs of fight and survival, and that much he had. But the still-burning brand on his belly worried him, though what would the doctor say of that if he showed him? 

For now Mahendra just wanted the shards out, his wounds bandaged and a good rest. His eyes were difficult to hold open by now.