Leia’s POV.
My hands trembled as I cleaned up my mate. He was bleeding from many wounds on his body, but luckily for us, none of the wounds were infected with venom.
Two guards stood at the entrance of the room, watching my every move, but their cold gazes were nothing compared to the cold space of the dungeon. I moved with proficiency, carefully dabbing at the deep gashes that marred his skin.
Randolph groaned, his face contorting in pain as he sank further into one of the beds of the sickbay. I’d offered him my cloak to cover his naked,ness.
My eyes spun and another wave of nausea hit me. But I pushed on, dipping the cloth into the basin of water beside me, squeezing out the excess water before pressing it into another wound.
Randolph groaned again. He was burning up. He needed medi
