Red
The infirmary was positioned at the lower levels of the tower, and before this morning Red had never set foot inside. It turned out to be better this way, because the minute he found himself inside the place, the smell of chemicals and potions used for healing hit him, reminding him for some reason of rotting flesh and arms chained to a wall. For a brief second his mind refused to function, overwhelmed with memories he believed were long past him. It turned out they weren’t. They gripped him the second he wasn’t careful enough, clouding his vision and making him tremble, cold sweat running down his spine.
Red found himself standing at the threshold, eyes wide, arm stretched to the nearest wall to support his suddenly weakened knees. Nela’s pale hand was on his shoulder, and it took h
