I keep remembering Noah’s words as I clean Alex’s wounds and apply the bandages. If Noah actually managed to gut him, that means Alex probably used his remaining potion to save his life. But in that case, what about the rest of the wounds? Shouldn’t the medicine have worked on those as well?
The typical potions I get at the healer’s office aren’t that strong. The one Alex used on me that day was different. I’ve never known a healing potion to hurt so much. I remember how painful it was when he used it on my shoulder. If Alex’s wound was as life-threatening as Noah suggested, then Alex must have been in agony when he used the potion.
“You’re going to be alright,” I assure him. “I’m not going to let you die.”
Seeing him still like this, his face so deathly pale, makes my heart ache. His b
