Ezio's POV

Bye the time we reach the office, I'm so weak from blood loss that I need help getting up the stairs. We get upstairs and I collapse on the floor.

"Oh my gosh Ezio! What happened?" Rebecca asks in alarm.

"We were attacked by Mr. Lin and four other templars. We managed to kill them, but Ezio got wounded," Desmond explains.

"Why can't we live in Canada where there's free health care?" Lucy mutters as she grabs the First Aid kit.

"That's not going to be enough! He's lost a ton of blood," Desmond says.

"That's how we did it in our time..." Altaïr says.

"He's right. We can use this, Desmond. We'll only take him to the hospital if we desperately need to," Shaun says.

"Fine," Desmond says.

Lucy bends down beside me and puts a strange liquid on my wound that makes it burn like crazy. I clench my teeth together so I don't scream.

"What the cazzo is that?!" I demand.

"Disinfectant. Calm down," Lucy says.

I lie on the office floor while she disinfects the wound and wraps it with bandages. Once that's done, I stand and move my arm a bit, which turns out to be a bad idea because it fills my arm with a dull ache.

"Oww..." I murmer.

"How does only having one arm feel?" Malik asks from the couch, a grin on his face.

"It sucks. How do you survive?" I ask.

"I manage," Malik replies.

What a day.