Three days. That was not nearly as long as I thought I had been out. It certainly explains the fatigue and weakness. Adeline had been right to get me to return to sleep. I raised my free hand to look at the pale callus fingers. As I traversed up my arm, smaller bandages were scattered across; a spot where sparks of Death’s magic hit me. My shoulder twinged when I moved it too high, reminding me of the wound I sustained early in the fight.