Who am I kidding?
I can't do it!
Before I knew it, I kneeled in front of him and pushed his arm away to see his wound. He wanted to say something, but he was too weak to even part his mouth.
I suppressed a gasp from escaping my throat when his wound came into my view.
A Cut!
And a deep one at that!
Thanks to his luck, it didn't hit any vital organs judging from the position. But he could still die from blood loss.
The women in our village were taught medicine and healing wounds using only herbs because the men were continually wounded during hunting.
Without a second thought, I swept my eyes around with the help of the lamp. I knew this forest had many wild herbs sprouting all over the place, especially those that thrive in the clear water stream. Then my eyes shone when it found what it was looking for.
A moonstar flower!
