Jenkins
As I apply disinfectant to Zeldric’s thigh wound, I notice my hand trembling. I’m unsettled, or maybe it’s fear. I still struggle to identify some emotions. Fear would be the most rational. In just a few hours, we’ll be leaving for Mexico. Everything is set. We’re going to storm Leonardo Urriaga’s damn ranch in broad daylight, and chances are, not all of us will survive.
"I still think Alex could betray us," Zeldric murmurs, keeping his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
He doesn’t seem nervous. Just thoughtful and relaxed. As long as he doesn’t look at the wound, he’ll be fine.
"It’s a risk we have to take if we want to win this war," I reply.
Instead of wrapping the wound with a bandage, I decide to apply a dressing so he can move his leg more freely. He’ll need it to survive.
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