Blood...blood everywhere. It coated the floor like a carpet, stained parts of the walls, and ran up Kayle's arms to the elbow. For a normal man, this would turn their stomach, the sight, the smell... Kayle knew he could heal the man lying on his worktable, blood pumping out of a wound in his lower stomach that he had gotten in a heated fight. However, he didn't think that his weak heart could take it. Even if it could, he had no one else who could take care of him. The healer lived alone, in a nicer house in the merchant's district. He had room for a few extra people, for when he needed to keep someone overnight to treat them. The room he was in, with the injured man, had wood floors, unlike the carpeted ones he had in the rooms he reserved for himself. It had few windows, and felt like a dungeon room, but some ivy that was growing in the corner gave it a more natural feel. "You're gonna be okay," he told the man urgently, glad that he wasn't screaming as he was earlier. Rummaging in a cabinet, he found his last spool of silk string and a needle. Tying the string properly, he wished the man hadn't lost a chunk of skin, because that would mean Kayle would have a harder time sealing the wound. Kayle worked late into the afternoon, calming the man when he would begin screaming and shouting, giving him medicines that would lessen his pain, and cleaning the wound as best as he could when needed. However, the healer's work was for naught. Just as the sun was dipping behind the mountains to the west, the man passed on into the godlands, his last dying breath used to tell Kayle that he loved his wife. Frowning deeply, Kayle washed the worst of the blood off of himself, calling for a Dark One to take the body away. Once again, Kayle wondered if he could've saved the man by using his magic. Of course he could, but it would have come at a terrible price. Sighing, he sank down into a chair, holding his head in his hands.