||Kayla||
Lord Argus kept applying the herbs and was using a strange pipe to draw blood around Dimitrov’s wounds. The torpid torso of him made me tremble, and my eyes couldn’t contain the tears. Holding his hand, I sat on the bed. My other hand voluntarily touched my stomach. His unconscious frame made me realise how much he meant to me.
Lord Argus kept drawing blood from his hand and his leg and his stomach. After a while, he stopped and then applied medicine to his wounds again. His stern expression slowly changed into a relaxed one.
“There. I have drained all the poison, and he should be okay,” his voice was filled with assurance.
But Dimitrov was still sound asleep. His face was wearing nothing but coldness. The colourless lips and pale skin over his closed eyes were all I could s
