"We are almost here. Take a deep breath." Cassey looked around but she could not find a house. Even a small hut or anything when the old man pointed at a cave.
She was not out of breath. Her wounds were still dripping blood. She was surprised that she was able to walk that far when a normal person should have already died.
Even when he told her to hold on, she could not reply. Because she was feeling fine. When she used to be sick before, she always recovered fast. Cassey thought that it might be because of her good immune system. But could the immune system work for these kinds of wounds?
"You live in a cave?" she asked, surprised when the old man laughed.
"You are sharp witted. But no, I did not live in a cave. But I can't take you to my home." she stared at him in confusion but he did not explain further.
