No matter how many breaths that you took you still couldn't breathe
Gwendal's mind was racing as he made haste to the medical tent. He knew he was getting odd looks as he had just come from the battle field. His armor stained with the wrath of war. He came to a stop in front of the tent to catch his breath. Slowly he pushed the thick flap open to reveal the inside. There were three rows of beds along with medical equipment. His indigo eyes soon found what he was after.
In the row against the wall of the rent in the corner, the furthermost away from the other wounded, was Gunter von Christ. He weaved through the tent to the foot of the noble's bed. At the lavender haired man's side was a nurse checking his vitals. She looked up as his eyes fell on the cloth gauze wrapped around the pale mazoku's head covering his left eye.
"What happened?" asked Gwendal a little more sharply than he had intended.
"After taking the village they went through it looking for survivors. When he entered the house with one of the other soldiers they were attacked by a human with a knack for the flame. The doctor said that he will be fine. The eye just needs time heal or it will cause damage."
Gwendal nodded as the nurse left to attend to another wounded mazoku. He walked around he side letting his finger tips run over crisp white cotton sheet covering the noble. His hand came to stop as the feel of silky lavender slid through his fingers. Gwendal knelt down bringing the lock of hair with him. Sapphire eyes closed as a feeling of dread filtered through him. From now on things were never going to be as they once were.