Chapter 117: Stream
Ray finally stirred awake deep into the night, but the moment the physician managed to extract the last of the poison, he slipped back into unconsciousness.
"When will he wake up?" Mia asked, seated beside him on the small bed, her gaze never straying from his face. Seeing him like this made her realize he was just as vulnerable as anyone else, he could also be wounded, too. She wondered now why she had disliked him so much back at the Duke’s estate. Perhaps it was because he had never been playful or socialized the way she thought he should. Thinking about it, there would be a reason he was a cold person or chose to be one. She had judged him without knowing properly and it made her feel bad, considering all the times she said harsh words to him.
"By midnight," the physician answered, gathering his tools. "His immune system is strong, and his wolf kept the poison from spreading too far."
"I see. Thank you, Physician," she said with gratitude.
"You can just call me Drex. I am a warrior physician, not a proper one," he interjected.
"Oh," she murmured, then added with a smile, "Thanks, Drex."
He nodded in acknowledgment before stepping out of the tent, leaving her alone with Ray.
Once he was gone, Mia placed a hand on Ray’s forehead, then pressed the back of her palm to her own, checking for any sign of fever. Finding none, she sighed in relief and let her gaze wander over his features. Squinting slightly, she tilted her head and noticed a small birthmark just beneath his neck.
Curious, she reached out and traced it lightly with her fingertips. How had she never noticed it before? It wasn’t entirely visible unless one looked closely, but still... they had been near each other often enough since that fateful day.