I wince as I bang open the doors.  This place is old. I haven't stepped foot in this old temple for some time, but now, it's the only safe place we have. I pull Ibis in. I feel my own blood dripping out. The stab wound is worse than I feared, typical. I move my hand. Magic sparks flames and the torches light. I grip the wall.

"Oh... oh, the wound it looks-" Varian starts.

I gasp in the air.

"It's fine." I pant.

"Hang on! Hang on!" Varian runs in.

"I'm-" I fall to the ground.

Varian turns and grab my arm. He helps me up.

"Okay, the wound is a lot *ack* worse than I thought." I gasp in the air.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I got this. I am an alchemist after all." He says.

"What does science have to do with healing a stab wound?" I ask.

"I'm uh, working on it." He says.

"Work on it *pant* faster." I breathe.

"Hang on." He lets my arm go.

I wince as I walk to the temple's altar. I fall to the ground. My vision was getting blurry. I pull my shirt off. I grip my wound. I press my shirt into the wound to try and stop the bleeding. I hear rustling though I can barely make out where the sound is coming from. Anubis puts his head on my wound.

"It's...fine...it's...fine..." I cough. 

"Got something!" Varian yells.

I roll my eyes. He runs over with a chemical and cloth. His hands were shaking. He looks so nervous. I suppose when I'm on my knees and bleeding out, it would be hard to swallow. He pours it over the cloth. I grab it and I slam it into my chest. I bite my lip. I feel sweat pouring down my face.

"That... that should help close the wound." He wipes his forehead.

I wince as I sit up more formally.

"I feel better already." I say.