I glanced over at my petite wife, whose life was hanging by a thread. I could not stand seeing her suffering like this. It was not something tangible I could fight with just to make her better. Her hands kept on trying to pull something off her chest and I could not bear to see her looking so hopeless.
Fortunately, she had stopped throwing up. I tried to offer her some drink but she ended up retching. She clearly needed drips but Remi was nowhere to be found!
I paced to and fro in the room, harvesting impatience with every step I made. Good God, where is that man?? It's been five minutes already. Annoyed, I decided to ring him up.
*Ring r-*
*Your Majesty."
"Where are you?"
"Apologies, Your Highness. It appears we are lost."
My fist slammed against the wall. "Why did you not call me?" I growled. However, I soon realised my mistake. Being angry does not benefit anyone. Sigh.
