Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-25627885-20150127172546/@comment-25627885-20150211174222

Elsewhere, in a lone shack in the mobian desert....

Saren was in bed, the wounds from his fight not treated properly and infected. "Well now... This bloody sucks, I'm an easy target due to not treating my wounds properly.." Saren mumbled to himself as he grabbed a bottle of medical alcohol and a pan, placing the pan at an angle so it would catch the alcohol which he proceeded to pour into the infected wounds in an attempt to clean them. After an hour of cleaning his wounds and screaming at the pain, Saren placed fresh bandages on his torso, shoulders and back before lying down in bed again.