Chapter 89

“Where are you injured?” I immediately said, when I saw the man ride off. Amalthea winced in pain as he raised his tattered clothes up.

I stared in horror at the burnt wound.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry,” I held his hand then raised the shirt for me to get a clear view of it. There were no treatments around nor plants for me to use.

My thoughts spanned rapidly, mostly when we don’t have much time left.

“It’s fine if you don’t have anything to stop the pain,” He groaned.

“No, no. I can think up something real quick,” I said as I stared down at my plain gown. A thought crossed my mind and I prayed that I won’t regret this later.

I held the helm of my dress and then tore it apart. I took the piece and then looked around to see if I could find anything liquid but there was none.

“Damn it!” I cursed. I can’t just put this on his wound. I need water… yes water.

But to ask the guard for water is another problem.

What should I do now?