As Charles was done killing all the soldiers, he hurried closer to Drey.
“I will take her, commander.”
Drey shook his head briefly. “She's my wife; I will carry her.”
Drey took unconscious Betty to a clinic run by Charles.
Drey was a master when it came to drugs and treatment. And whenever he was doing his job, Charles was always there learning from him.
Eventually, he started a small clinic at the far end of the street where he sold drugs and helped out with injuries. He wasn't good, but he was always trying.
Drey placed her on one of the beds so he could tend to her wounds. Charles stood guard outside. He didn't want to disturb Drey with feedback because he knew that he wasn't at all in a good mood.
Drey regarded Betty's injuries for a moment, and his heart suddenly felt heavy. He
