The dying man revived only barely. His eyes remained glazed, unfocused, and his breathing became shallow and ragged. When offered the water, he tried to gulp at it, but was unable to do much more than accept whatever she would give him.<br/><br/>After even such a little effort, he lapsed into exhausted unconsciousness, going limp in her arms. He never registered the motions around him, nor the fact that he was being moved.<br/><br/>Upon examination, his injuries would be severe, aged a week, and festering. His jaw was broken, and his cheekbone smashed. The flesh around his eye was swollen, cut, and bruised. It would be unclear if the eye had been damaged or not. Whether he would ever see out of it or not would remain to be seen. Both of his arms had been deliberately broken multiple times, along with most of his fingers. Across his chest, once rippling with muscle, now emaciate and clammy, were multiple lacerations. The cuts were precisely formed and penetrated deep enough that the muscle must surely have been cut as well. His abdomen, nearly the entire expanse, was a solid mass of bruise. The black color, with no evidence of fading, as well as the distended abdomen, would clearly show that he had suffered massive internal injury. Finally, both thighs had been broken, both shins, and both tendons at the back of his heel severed.<br/><br/>Over all, it was clear his pain was severe, and long lasting. The injuries couldn't have been newer than two weeks old. Any lesser man would have died long ago.