Pharai
"Tahtaj 'iilaa aljari. Atrukni, satashfini alshamsi," Suetekh coughed as his golden blood rolled down the sides of his mouth. His laboured breathes were all I could hear with his groans in pain. (You need to run. Leave me, the sun will heal me.)
The cut through his abdomen was worse than I had originally thought. It was an inch deep and if it were not for his strong abdominal muscles I feared his intestines would have come spilling out. The cut was not clean but rather rough almost as if he was cut by a saw or talons.
If I was stronger I would have carried him with me but I had given him so much of my energy that I was unable to stand. I knew he was stronger than me and hopefully with just enough he would be able to teleport us back to his Palace.
