Dean Lawrence gasped in pain, his eyes opened, not yet adapted to the enormous pain in his mind, the torture on his flesh nearly tore him apart again.
"Plague Doctor?"
His scarlet eyes drooped, barely able to distinguish the person in front of him.
The Plague Doctor didn't say much, playing with a silvery scalpel in his hand, the sharp bone blades stood on either side of Lawrence's elbows. Lawrence tried to move, then a heart-wrenching pain shot through his joints. With effort, he moved his gaze over, only to see the sharp bone spike piercing through his joint, completely locking any movable space.
"Hmm? Looks like you escaped."
The Plague Doctor glanced at Dean Lawrence, the earlier fear resembling the gaze of a predator had vanished, as if this battle within the [Gap] had concluded.
However, he did not hurry to release Dean Lawrence from his bindings; instead, he picked up a syringe of potion and injected it directly.
"This should make you feel a bit better."
