Stitching II

"How is he?" Said the familiar voice as another projection had appeared. I did not have to look back to know who had asked the question.

"We are working, Lord Whitmore; you will know the answer in a few hours," I said as I turned to him for a moment. 

He looked like shit; for the first time, I have seen him in such a state. His condition is so bad that he is having problems in managing connecting with his projection, which is flickering.

He did not say anything, but he did not leave either, and a couple of minutes later, his projection has stabilized, but he did not change his avatar to the pristine form which he could.

It had been five hours since we began healing Justus, and we are making good progress, better than I had imagined it to be; my seeds are working better than I had imagined it to be.