He felt nothing until the doctor started working on him. The bliss of darkness didnâ€™t last as long as he had wanted it too. Back in the day it hadnâ€™t either. He figured it was his bodyâ€™s way of telling him to knock it off or suck it up. Either way he didnâ€™t like it. The doctor had given him something for the pain but it didnâ€™t work as well as the military grade stuff. At one point they had to bind his arms so he didnâ€™t slug the guy. Lying on the table he clenched his jaw and growled from time to time as he was bandaged and some other bigger issues were taken care of. He was told heâ€™d been lucky none of his broken ribs had punctured a lung but that theyâ€™d come close. A few more hits and he would have died of internal bleeding.<br/><br/>Finished the doctor whipped his hands of the blood and informed Kat and Ryan of Ericâ€™s condition. That he was not allowed to fight for two more days or lift anything heavy but he could leave if he wanted to.<br/><br/>As if hearing it from where he was Eric turned up at the door straps no longer around his wrists. He did not like to be tied down and they had done it badly enough that heâ€™d used what brain he had through the drugs to get out of them. â€œThen I thank you for all youâ€™ve done.â€ He said nodding to the doctor. â€œI am sorry if I hurt you, old feelings may die hard but they are harder to push aside.â€<br/><br/>Holding one side he walked slowly and carefully toward Ryan and Kat, â€œWe should go. I do not want to cause him any more trouble than I have, besidesâ€¦â€ he paused giving Ryan a knowing look. Another stupid rule of the streets, after a fight if they are able to move the winner couldnâ€™t stay longer than he needed to. If he did not, it was a sign of weakness and soon he would be put down. The way of the streets, the way of life until the day he died.