A month's rest

Alex's eyes opened, today was totally frustrating especially with those blacksmiths.

None of the young Spartans had a good image about them, but the confusing part was when the commander said they would love those hateful blacksmiths when the time comes

He stared at his bandaged arm and squinted his eyes, he finally understood why they were told to rest, even his vision was blurry, he blinked for a moment and slept again, hours trickled by, when he woke up again it was night, women in white robes gave each of them a sticky substance, which both Alex and the boys gulped down, they never cared what they were eating, they just had to fill their stomachs, when they were done they slept again.

It continued for a few days and Alex was getting fed up with such a boring life but he was powerless, because they could only stay awake for a few minutes and then fall asleep.