Chapter 44: The Precious Lady
Rafe yawned for the third time. His eyes were sore, and his eyelids kept pulling down despite his attempts to stay awake. His head began to tilt lazily to Ayden, who sat beside him and shared the same expression.
"God, I want to sleep..." he complained tiredly, resting his head on his assistant’s droopy shoulder.
"Mr Amares, don’t lean on me. I’m tired too!" Ayden pushed his head away.
The assistant healer’s eyes had turned hollow from sleep deprivation. His lips curled into a weary sneer as he faced the healer.
Eric shook his head and looked at the two men complaining of insufficient sleep.
"Weak!" he snarled at them as he crossed his arms on his broad chest.
Unlike those two, Eric appeared wide awake and still looking dashing. A few sleepless nights did not affect his strength.
"Hey... we’re healers! Not knights like you!" Rafe retorted with a sour face.
"You need to train more, Rafael... there will be a lot more strenuous duty in the future. If you can’t handle this, how could you call yourself the Healer of Gerhard?" he commented.
"Shut up!" The healer lashed out when he heard Eric calling him by that name.
"It seems Mr Norman is worse than Mr Amares. He just missed one night’s sleep and is already turning white like a corpse. Even the lady is stronger than you," Luke teased.