Amelia's Point of View.
Trudy stood over Nathan's still form. She was breathing heavily, her eyes wild as she took in his limp body.
"Oh my Goddess! I've killed him!" She shrieked hysterically.
She was holding a large rock in her right hand. It was bloody from the connection it made with the back of Nathan's head; a shower of blood spattered her uniform.
I had no idea what to do now. Nathan had been good to me and I wanted to make sure he got medical attention, but at the same time, I could not be on this land for a second longer than was absolutely necessary.
I crouched on the floor and checked his pulse. It felt slow but he was definitely alive.
"He'll start to heal soon enough. He's a strong warrior, he'll be back in the land of the living in a few minutes or so," I murmure
