I heard the door open as someone entered the room; I kept my eyes closed as the person sat beside me and carefully removed the bandages, washing the wounds, dressing it with the old woman’s medicines before re-bandaging it.
I opened my eyes, seeing Amaya sitting beside me, her face scrunched up in concentration as she finished bandaging the last wound.
I grabbed her hand, and she jumped in surprise, “Thank you.” I whispered.
She nodded as she went to leave, but I refused to release her hand; she sighed and sat back down. “Is there something you need?” she asked, her voice like music to my ears.
I nodded, “company.” She tried to move again, but I held her hand, “Please, Little Dove?”
She sighed. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she felt my forehead and cheeks checking for a fever.
