The witch just lays in bed coughing and looking sucker and sicker by every hour that passes by her breathing got very shallow and horse. She shuddered gently as the bullet wound wasn't healing correctly and it was starting to get infected with things. 

The count mediated for a while before walking off into the sunlight and to see the world around him deciding to take a walk into the forest alone not scard by hunters or rouge wolves, they poised now threat to him.