"Dr. Jangor, how is my father?"
"Badly hurt, I'm afraid. He'll live, but we had to amputate his right leg above the knee. Come in, child."
Tedor followed Laniq awkwardly inside.
"He's in there," the doctor said, pointing to a closed door.
"I'd better wait outside," Tedor told Laniq.
"No, I want you with me."
Shrugging, Tedor followed her within the room. His head propped on pillows, a man lay in the single bed. He was neither awake, nor asleep, but in that half-way state, semi-conscious, dreamy, yet extremely lucid.
"He's been doped against the pain," said Dr. Jangor, and closed the door behind him.
"Dad," Laniq called softly.
The head on the pillow stirred. Sweat beaded the skin, ran into the eyes and made them squint.