I woke up feeling sore. Sleeping on the floor wasn't the most pleasant thing when you were used to sleeping on luxurious beds.
Klara sat leaning against a tree with eyes closed. Was she asleep? It looked really uncomfortable to be sleeping that way. Yawning, I tried to get up but almost yelped as a sharp pain stabbed my leg. Sitting back down quickly I looked at my foot, it had swollen more.
"What happened?" Klara was suddenly next to me.
Grimacing in pain "My leg has gotten worse." I said.
She looked at it closely. "I think we need to take you to a doctor."
"Is that possible?" In the current situation, it would be difficult to find a doctor.
She ran her fingers through her hair. I could see the confusion on her face.
"We have to. You could lose your leg since we don't know what caused the swelling."
She stood up and gave me her hand to help me up. Then she helped me walk to the horse.
