After hooking the thread to a small needle, Rose began to clean Victor's wounds one by one. Then she sewed it. The wounds on Victor's body were not as many as the first time Rose saw him return home from war. It was about two months ago but it felt like it was only yesterday for Rose. After sewing all the wounds, Rose washed Victor's face and body again with a wet towel. She not only washed his body from the blood, but Rose also washed him from the black liquid. Surprisingly the liquid had dried up, becoming like dry mud on the skin. "Paul?" asked Victor suddenly. "In Maraina." Victor nodded at that answer. Rose was washing Victor's feet when a laugh came out of her mouth. "Why are you laughing?" asked Victor. Rose finished her washing before throwing the dirty towel onto the floor

