Chapter 50
Chapter 50
Chapter 50
Rhea
My shoulder aches.
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Everything hurts. Every muscle in my body. My bones. My skin. Everything. It took an impossible amount of energy for me to climb the stairs just now. And to walk down the hallway on the second floor just now.
When I’m just a step away from the room, I falter. My other hand goes against my shoulder, and I press on the wound, on the cut, on the cut that hasn’t healed till now. The cut from the axe.
I take my hand away and manage to near the door. But before I can enter, that’s a hand around my wrist and there’s a force to pull me back.
My gaze falls on the blood. And so does his. The blood trickling down my shoulder and onto my fingers. His grip tightens on my wrist, and he raises the sleeve of the shirt, but there’s nothing on my arm.
“What did you do?” He asks, raising his head at me. “Rhea. Did
you
hurt yourself?”
“I–I didn’t.”
His pupils dilate as they see the blood dripping down to my fingers, the blood which smears on the shirt. For a moment, his gaze shifts over my shoulder before it rests on me again. His face pales, and there’s pure, raw concern buried deep within the veins of his eyes.
“You need to tell me what you did.”
“I didn’t,” I shake my head, swallowing hard. My stomach churns, and nausea hits me. “It happened–it won’t heal.”
Steps come from behind. A voice fills the space between us, “My, what happened?”
I feel Aron’s touch fading away as I slide down the door before I even realize that. But before I even find the cold ground beneath my knees, there’s an arm holding me up. Pulling me back. Him.
I sway side to side, and I don’t know what it is that is filling my vision. Tears. They’re tears, blurring me. “I’m sorry. It won’t heal.”
“Stay awake,” Aron says, his voice hard. It’s so distant. Like a calling from another world.
“Get her inside,” Marcella speaks. “I’ll tell Marco to get the healer.”
Aron slips his arms beneath me and lifts me off the ground in an instant. The door opens, and when we are inside, I hear the bed creak as he places me onto it. He moves the sheets above, and underneath, there’s more blood.
“I woke up, and there was blood; I didn’t know,” I say with raspy breaths. “It won’t stop.”
He gets on the top of me and slips his hand underneath the shirt before ripping it apart with his fingers than pulling it off from me.
There’s a white, soaked patch of cut cloth on my shoulder that’s now completely scarlet along with the undershirt underneath, stained red.
He removes the piece of cloth, and I flinch at the pain of it, feeling the throbbing agony overtake me.
The wound comes into view, an open, bleeding one, and Aron looks even paler the moment he lays his eyes on it. It looks, it looks terrible. I’ve seen it in the mirror. It’s worse than before.
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“How did you get it?” he asks, holding his hand over the wound.
I look down at my bare arm, “It’s,” I whisper, and my vision blurs again. It happened before
“When?”
“A month–I’m not sure.”
“Did it heal?”
I give him a small nod, “Yes,” and then breathe out, “But it’s getting–it’s getting worse?
It’s worse than before. Much worse.
Marcella returns, quickly followed by someone else behind her. It’s another woman, older, and this one is carrying a small bag with her.
I’m hardly awake the moment she comes. Aron moves away as the healer touches the wound with a warm and damp piece of cloth, probably something to clean it, clean the blood so that she can see it better.
All I see and hear now are muffled words and conversations around me. There’s nothing distinct, nothing I can truly understand. My breathing turns difficult as I slowly drift in and out.
I awake at some point, enough to know the healer is doing something. She wraps something around my shoulder and for a moment, the pain eases but only there.
The rest of my body still aches.
“I’ve applied the medicine. It will work on its own to heal it. It shouldn’t bleed again. She’ll be fine.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes,” she said, giving me a smile before looking at them. “It seems like a case of delayed healing. Of which it will heal by itself. After some days, the swelling should disappear. For the next few hours, there will be intense pains, but it should recede over time.”
I blink slowly. There’s a ringing in my ears. I shift to the side, lying further down on the bed. Everything aches–my stomach, my chest. Even my arms and legs.
“Rhea,” Aron’s voice brings my gaze to his. “Is it better?”
“No.” My vision fades at that moment, long enough that I fade from it before coming back to my senses with another sharp
side. pain that shoots right through me. This one is on my
I stay awake.
But long enough to recognize the pain that won’t go away. I can hardly breathe without feeling like needles are being pushed through me.
“I don’t think it’s working,” Aron tells the woman who’s still here.
“It will take some-”
“No,” I try to move again. It’s worse this time. Intense pain that rolls over my chest makes my heart stammer. Something else races up in my mind, and a loud ringing sound hits me. “There’s something wrong.”
“Stay calm.”
I don’t calm down.
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“Check her.”
“I already did, alpha. You don’t-”
“Check her again,” Aron demands, his tone firm.
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I can’t help but clutch at my side, trying to find some relief from the pain. There’s a hand on my back, his hand on the center, holding me steady.
The healer returns to me as I breathe into the mattress, looking at the material closely and counting the threads. I could close my eyes. It’ll be easy. Rest. Sleep. If only the ringing weren’t so loud.
“Rhea, does your shoulder hurt?”
“No,” I mutter and raise my head. There’s a cold dampness over the wound now, numbing the pain in my shoulder. “Not there.”
He turns me around and looks me in the eyes, “Is it your neck? Is it the burn?”
“No.”
I struggle to find some kind of way to tell where it hurts, but I can’t. My hands find their way to my side again, below my rib cage, and I clutch onto myself.
“Are you hurt somewhere else?”
There’s not much energy left in me. All that’s left is the last shred of consciousness. I nod weakly, though the effort is nearly too much.
“Where, Rhea? Tell me.”
“No, I can’t. It’s…” I swallow my words, blinking back the onslaught of tears. I don’t know what to say.
Marcella comes in my view, she glances at me before taking Aron’s hand and moving him to the side. “I don’t think she’s comfortable with you seeing her like that. I will stay here and see. You should wait outside for a few minutes.” she whispers to him.
Aron looks down at me before nodding slowly, “Stay here.” He tells Marcella before leaving the room.
She comes straight to me and sits down before grabbing my hand.
“Rhea,” Her voice fills up the silence. “Where are you
“Everywhere.”
hurt?”
“Do you
mind if I take this off?” The healer asks me, gesturing at the undershirt.
I give her a nod, and she reaches to the side before grabbing something sharp. She starts cutting the thin cloth from the bottom, working her way up carefully to my chest.
Marcella takes my hands away so she can remove what I’m wearing. “You’re doing great,” she murmurs. “Just breathe through it. It’s fine. You’ll be fine.”
The cool air rushes over my bare skin, and goosebumps rush to meet it.
“Oh, my-” the healer pauses for a brief moment and looks over to Marcella. “This doesn’t look good. How did this happen?”
Marcella shrugs, “She came here only a night ago.”
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The healer doesn’t ask any more questions. She keeps applying the same cold ointment onto my skin before sighing. She soon closes the jar in her hands.
After she’s done, Marcella helps me to wear something over the ointment, a t–shirt that falls to my knees. The healer gave me oral medicine, which I took before lying down in one of the other rooms. The sheets aren’t stained here, which is better and comforting
Some time passes by, and the pain reduces slowly, little by little, and before I know it, I’m already asleep.
