I was permeated with the conviction that, however difficult it might be to get her to acknowledge it, however great or many might be the obstacles in the way of my marrying her, Vedia loved me almost as consumedly as I loved her.
In this frame of mind I convalesced steadily, if slowly, incurious of the flight of time, of news, of anything; content to get well whenever it should please the gods and confident that happiness, even if long deferred, was certain to follow my recovery.
After I could talk to Occo and Agathemer and seemed to want to ask questions, which both of them discouraged, one morning, on wakening for the second time, after a minute allowance of nourishment and a refreshing nap, I found Galen by my bedside.
He looked me over and asked questions, as physicians invariably do, concerning my bodily sensations.

After he seemed satisfied he asked: "My son, were you ever ill before you were hit on the head in your recent affrays ?" "Never that I remember," I answered.
"I judge so," he said.

"If you had not been blessed with the very best physique and constitution you would have died in your friend's litter on the Salarian Highway.

Thanks to your general strength and healthiness, and thanks, to some extent, to my care and that of my colleagues, you are alive and on the way to complete, permanent recovery and to long life with good health.

But you very nearly committed suicide when you went out and about contrary to my orders.