It was around 5.30 in the morning. The Princess was lying on the ground- barely breathing. Ram Babu kept pressure on the wound. Carey stumbled towards them with agonizing pain in his eyes. He could hardly see anything but he knew he had to save the Princess from bleeding out- there was little time. He noticed that the witch had fled for some reasons but he didn’t care anymore. He kneeled down in front of her and felt her cold face. If she wasn’t treated right now, then there was little hope. He blamed himself for her condition and he had no idea how to save her.
“Ram, tie something on her wound, don’t let her bleed out, I’ll carry her if I have to,” he said slowly turning blind.
“But Sahib, your eyes, they have turned black, you can’t see,” Ram complained.
“Doesn’t matter- that witch!
