Ana offered walking but El stood there, not moving an inch making Ana frown.
"Cent is still injured, Elowen and you are no better. Though we all are grateful that you have torn your dress and wrapped it around his wounds, we both know that it may create infections and it would definitely not be enough to save him. We need proper treatment." The reality shook El as her head snapped back to his wounds, he was not bleeding anymore but he looked ashen as if no blood was left to spare in his body. His skin was burning and he was covered with sweat despite the chill of the night.
"You are not any better." Ana reminded as if El could not feel her pain. The woman flinched and looked away. This time, when Ana took a step forward, Elowen followed and Cent dragged himself.
