Abhimanyu had no idea that Satya had gone so far as to protect Lathifa. Fighting with werewolves is not an easy thing, there is always the possibility that you will turn into the creature itself, and it is enough with just one scratch of their claw.
"Hey," Abhimanyu pressed the base of Satya's throat with his thumb, "how are you feeling?"
Satya tries to smile. "My chest is tight but I'm also very cold. My mind always thinks about the full moon."
"Oh great deity," Abhimanyu sighed heavily, releasing the pressure of his thumb from the base of Satya's throat.
"How is it, Mr. Abhimanyu?" asked Latifa. "You have any ideas to help get rid of the infection on Satya?"
"I have never felt such a cold temperature on someone," Abhimanyu looked at Satya pitifully.
"It's-It's okay," Satya smiled again amid his agony. "If-If I changed, just kill me, this is my will."
