I gently wiped Samuel's forehead with a cool rag, frowning down at his whimpering form. Three days have passed now and he was only getting worse. He wouldn't wake up, all he did was moan and whimper. Emerald had returned home two days ago and ever since she's been trying to find someone to heal him. The doctor refused to continue helping Samuel, stating he doesn't deserve it. He even threatened to kill him, hatred burned in his eyes when he told us. As a solution, Emerald snapped his neck and walked away. I was stunned by how fast and easy it was for her to kill someone like that, but then I reminded myself that she was raised to be this way. To kill anyone who threatened her or her family. Afterwards, we both started to take care of him. I would clean out his wound three times a day, but
