With every step that Reynard took to reach back home, he felt an increasing discomfort. He didn't even want to consider the possibility, but what if Rosa too followed in their parents' footsteps?
"Right here," Reynard muttered as he slowed down, reaching the door to their house.
The young man in tow behind him was called Armand Schneider and he was a man blessed with fair hair and life saving skills.
None of them wasted a moment dwindling outside and headed straight to the patient. Reynard prayed the whole way that Rosa was fine, but it seemed that her condition had gotten worse, judging by the state of her lifeless body that lay on the floor.
"She's unconscious," Armand said as he crouched down and checked Rosa's pulse. "And she's burning, too. Will you help me carry her to the bed?"
