AT THE SAME TIME
MEI SHEN POINT OF VIEW:
The healer's table clattered as he mixed the herbs into a dark, foul-smelling brew, his voice sharp with frustration.
"By the gods, this man's body is a battlefield. He should be dead ten times over, yet here he is acting like a stubborn mule."Healer frowned.
I stood close, my hands gripping the edge of the bed as Richard groaned under the healer's prodding. His breaths came in uneven bursts, and his face was drawn tight, pale beneath the grime and blood. Every time the healer pressed against a wound, I could see the tremor in his jaw the effort it took not to cry out. Finally, the healer poured the medicine into a small clay cup. The bitter scent burned even my nose, and I wasn't the one expected to drink it.
"Here. Drink this. It will help with the fever and pain."She said.
