In a small rundown house, Uneece rushed to refill the basin. She was consistent in cleaning his wounds.
Surprisingly, Alexander wasn’t healing as fast as she thought he would.
She began to cuss vehemently.
The almighty king wasn’t as mighty as she seemed after all.
To the point where her muscles were about to snap, Uneece made a lot of effort dragging him to a place where they could rest for the night, so dying wasn’t the option for him to her liking.
She had no idea where they were. She was just fortunate to find the place.
Alexander hissed when she pressed his wounds too hard.
“I’m sorry. Just bear with me for a while.”
All Alexander could hear were echoes. He was sweating and cold at the same time. His lips were pale like a corpse. She didn’t know what to do aside from cleaning
