Mohan stared fiercely at Madha, "You could have detained him, dragged him to the barracks or the Liner Camp. Instead, you beat him like this. Do you think the investigation team is something you can trample on?"
The air thickened, tense enough to shatter at the slightest spark.
"I'm sorry. It's my fault for not stopping Madha right away." Gara cut in quickly.
He wouldn't let Madha's career as a guard be put at risk or worse, see him thrown into prison. "I've already healed Loka. What's left are just external injuries. He should be fine."
All eyes went to Loka's pitiful form, wrapped in herbal paste and cloth.
"Fine?!" Narin snapped. "I could barely apply medicine to him! With wounds like these, it'll take over a month before he fully recovers!"
She was struggling to treat him. It had been a long time since she last dealt with injuries like this. It was only back when she was still rank-D.
