ALAENA’S POV
“Stay with me now—stay with me”
I whispered as tears filled my eyes. He was badly hit and the poison had spread quickly.
Old man Titus had carried an injured Roy back to the shed while I quickly followed behind, it was no small feat for an old man whose strength doesn’t match his age.
I press the damp cloth to Roy’s burning forehead, my hands trembling as I wring out the excess water.
It does nothing.
The fever rages on, his body drenched in sweat, his breaths coming in shallow, pained gasps. He shifts restlessly, trapped in the agony of whatever nightmare this fever has plunged him into.
His fingers twitch, clutching at the thin sheet beneath him.
Old Man Titus watches me, his sharp eyes searching my face, waiting—hoping—for something I can’t yet give.
He had done all he could. The wo……
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