Akila,
Where is she? She was talking with her friends about this damn curse and now she is here? Is she awake or is she asleep?
Akila thought as she looked around her in confusion. She stood up but winced when the wound on her shoulder throbbed.
She looked down at it, then she peeled the dressing she had off, and almost gagged.
The wound was inflamed, and it oozed a yellow greenish substance and it smelt awful.
She sat on her bed and then closed her eyes when she felt the room spin around her.
"Ebony, Heba, would you help me please to change the wound's dressing? It is infected and I think this is pus."
The second queen said as she winced again when her shoulder hurt her the moment she leaned a little against it.
She opened her eyes when she didn't hear from her friends and frowned when she found them still talking in the room, yet ignoring her.
"Heba! Ebony! I'm talking to you."
