Nathan checked the pulse of the man.  For one who had seemed to be at death's door minutes ago, his heart beat seemed remarkably strong now.  Though it beat a lot faster than most humans.  That was assuming, of course, that the man WAS human.<br/><br/>"Never mind the doctor, Abia," he muttered.  "He seems to be healing himself."<br/><br/>But now Nathan had a new problem.  Someone had wanted the man dead.  The same someone who had made the imp disappear had probably also been the one who had used the imp in the attack.  And while Nathan didn't know the man and owed him nothing, he suspected that while the man was laid up in bed, someone might try to kill him again.  Using demons to kill humans was a messy form of murder.  Demons didn't tend to differentiate between their intended target and innocent bystanders.  So not only was the man in danger, but anyone around him.<br/><br/>Since Abia had finished dressing the wounds, Nathan let out a sigh and said "You'd best leave now, Abia.  I'll stand guard outside his door for the night."  Picking up the chair from the desk in the room, he set it out in the hallway to sit on.  "So much for finally getting to sleep in a bed," he muttered.