My Neil, his injuries

I regained my composure, though it was less of composure and more of speechlessness, powerlessness, and hopelessness. Kneeling beside Neil, who appeared devoid of any color, I found myself devoid of any coherent thoughts, only the desire to fill every moment and every second with him. As I observed the bloodless figure before me, an unconscious question slipped from my lips.

"How could someone suddenly start bleeding without cause?"

"Perhaps it's due to internal injuries," Ethan responded naturally, unaware of my murmurs.

"Internal injuries?" The words stirred something within me. "Neil mentioned being attacked, injured, but I couldn't see any wounds. I even accused him of fabricating it."

"Wounds that couldn’t be seen?"

"Yes, even the vampire claimed Neil was injured."

"Master, may I examine Mr. Neil?" Ethan's request triggered a realization. "I've heard of a magic that conceals surface truths, masking external injuries while internal ones persist. Without prompt treatment, these int