[Margaret's Perspective]
Donald carried me all the way back to the ward.
When he picked me up, it was as if all the pain in my body had disappeared. After he put me down, the pain seemed to have returned.
I sat obediently on the bed and let Donald get a doctor to treat my wound.
It was as if just by looking at him, my pain could be reduced. It was said that a Mate's relationship could heal everything. I felt that this was true. As long as Donald was by my side, I could face the entire world fearlessly.
My body was covered in superficial wounds. They were not serious.
After the doctor left, Donald sat down on the edge of the bed with me and looked closely at the wound on my head.
"How are you feeling now?" Donald asked.
"Uh, I don't think there's anything else."
Donald lifted my chin with his hand. I was reflected in his eyes.
Donald said, "The wound on your back was almost healed, but now it's torn."
