"You made me run all the way here, thinking your mate is dead." Jyn dropped the bag she was holding, on the floor. And she came to where Mek lay on the bed.
"He's indeed dying. If you don't do anything to help him, he might die." Fern touched Mek's cold hands. The way it lay limp scared Fern.
"He's not going to die. Don't worry, I'm still here. I won't allow that to happen." Jyn returned to where she kept her bags and rummage in them.
She got the fresh plant extract she made from the plants she got with Mek when they went to the spring of the goddess.
"Thank the goddess that I still have this with me."
Initially, she wanted to give it to the old healer of the pack; however, she had the thought that someone might urgently need it, and can't get hold of the old healer in time.
And she was right about that. Who knew she will require the medicine for her brother's mate.