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Doc is one of the strongest army commanders, but even the strongest men can't always be strong.
Doc was away on a mission when he grew ill. He was used to powering through things on his own, but things had taken a turn for the worse when he and his men were ambushed. His men had fought, but they were outnumbered, and Doc wasn't in the best shape. They had killed all of Doc's men and horses while he could only watch, before slashing his eyes, leaving him blinded. They left him alive, surely, he was done for; they wanted him to suffer and starve while sick and blind, unable to do anything but lie there in his own soldiers' blood.
They wanted the great and feared warrior to die pathetically.
Doc was not unfamiliar with corpses or blood, but this was grim even for him.
He knew the blood would draw out creatures of the woods.
Despite what happened, Doc wasn't just going to lie there and die, not Doc.
He bandaged his eyes in hopes that they might heal even the tiniest bit. He had to start moving. No one was coming to get him because no one knew he needed them to. He had no one here to send for help, and he was too far away from the kingdom for these people to even know him. Not that it would be good if they did; he couldn't have the enemy realising he was still alive.
Doc started the long walk back, but he couldn't see so he used a stick as best he could to feel what was in front of him so he'd stop stumbling around, but he was very disoriented, even if he wouldn't admit it-especially not to himself-he was tired, really, really tired. He didn't think about what happened, his disability, or his fever. He had to focus on getting back to the kingdom; he had to report to his king- No, his husband, Ren
blind and with his left arm missing Doc stumbles forwards, hoping to make it home alive