Chapter 66: The Way of A Healer!
A soldier rushed out of Reya’s room, his face tight with urgency.
"Angus woke up and tried to sit up. His wound might have reopened—the bandage is soaked in blood."
Lara didn’t wait for Agilus or the soldier to react. Without a word, she spun on her heel and strode toward Reya’s room.
Inside, Angus sat at the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, sweat beading on his forehead. His sunken eyes, dry lips, and the stiff way he held himself spoke of hunger, thirst, and relentless pain.
Lara turned back and swiftly gathered a bowl of porridge that one of the soldiers had prepared earlier and a jug of water, along with another jug containing the last of the medicinal tea she had brewed for Alaric the previous night. When she returned, she handed him the bowl and passed the rest to Agilus.
"Eat a little before I check your wound," she said.
The secret guard grunted a thanks and took the bowl, his hands trembling as he scooped the first spoonful. Each swallow looked painful, but he forced himself through it, his body screaming for nourishment even as the burning in his throat and the deep, gnawing wound in his back made every movement an agony.
Agilus, watching from the side, passed him a few pieces of longan. "Here. They’ll help."
Angus chewed slowly, the juices soothing his parched throat. After he drank the medicinal tea and the water, he felt better.
Lara moved behind him and began unwrapping the bloodied bandage. The moment the last layer peeled away, Agilus sucked in a sharp breath and took an instinctive step back.
He had seen wounded soldiers before, but Angus’ injury — it horrified him.