A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while I've just been busy and had a bit of writer's block on this one. This is sort of a filler chapter but more will be coming soon. I just have to decide which medieval torture device I want to use on Ferb. I will take suggestions if anyone has an idea about where this story should go. I have this idea in my mind about including a love interest for Ferb. I don't know if that is going to happen yet but if it does I'll have to decide between Isabella and Vanessa, so if you have a preference one way or the other let me know and which ever gets the most votes will be the leading lady if she appears at all. Thanks for reading this and as always I'd love to hear from you. Now on to the story.
Ferb must have finally passed out from all the blood loss because he could not remember being moved to the table he was currently chained to, face down, with his back exposed to the cool air blowing in from somewhere. Ferb jerked as something warm and wet touched his back.
"Shhh" a voice said as what Ferb now realized was a cloth slowly cleaned the dried blood on his back. Ferb tried to stay still as the woman, because it was a woman, wiped away the grime from his broken skin. It appeared that these men did not want him to die of infection before they got the information they wanted.
Ferb wondered how long he had been out, he thought about asking the women currently cleaning his wounds but the chances of her speaking English were slim and Ferb didn't want them to know he spoke Farsi because they would stop disusing their plans around his and Ferb like to know what was coming next. He could deal better with the pain if he knew what was coming.
"You are lucky." The woman had a thick accent but she was still speaking English. It took Ferb a second to realize he had been wrong and that she was speaking his native language and another to remember to answer her in a French accent.
"Why do you say that?" Ferb's throat was dry and it scratched as he spoke.
"Because if you live all you will have is scars. Your nerves are not damaged."
Ferb was pretty sure she meant permanently damaged because he was pretty sure there had to be some damage for him to stop feeling the lashes, or his brain had just decided to shut his pain receptors off. Either way Ferb was happy to hear that the woman didn't think he would have anything more then scaring. He could live with a few more scars.
Ferb was trying to think of something else to ask the woman but his thought process was slow due to all the blood lose, then Amar came in. Ferb was surprised he hadn't heard the man's steps as he came down the hallway. If he wasn't careful Ferb was going to end up dead before anyone had time to look for him. He made a promise to himself to spend his remaining energy on focusing on what was going on around him rather than the feeling of the warm cloth on his back.
"How is he?" Amar asked the woman in Farsi.
"He will live, he is strong." The woman said as she continued to tend to Ferb's wounds.
"How long before he will be ready?" Those words drained any warmth that had found its way into Ferb's body, it felt like an eternality passed before the woman answered and not with the words he wanted to hear.
"Not long now."
