At their consent, the Healer brought a helper into the ward and set to work. They administered a potion and sat by the ready to physically restrain Oliver if he struggled too much upon waking; they had to know what had cause this, but further injury to his arm was a real worry.
As the haze lifted from sleep, the first sensation Oliver became aware of was brightness. White, blinding, and engulfing, it was so much more than the sun shining through the windows. This brightness came from within, and it started off broadly, growing more and more acute until the pain was almost more than he could bare.
Oliver opened his eyes and silent tears rolled down his cheeks.