Kenneth
I loomed over Atelia as she pulled the covers off the young one. I had already discarded her clothes when I had brought her here to check up on her wound. That time the wound had been pulsing blood, but now it looked angry and swollen.
Atelia pulled out a wad of cloth from her bag and poured a clear liquid on it then she pressed it to the young one’s shoulder. The little woman lying in my bed let out a hoarse cry as she bucked with pain.
“What are you doing?” I growled ready to throw away the old woman.
“I am trying to clean the wound.” Atelia answered. “Hold her down.”
I rounded the bed and sat down beside the young one. Her brows were dotted with perspiration and her lips trembled. “P-please, don't hurt m-me. Please!” She screamed as Atelia poured more of her spirits.
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