" Why isn't she opening her eyes? What happened to her?"
Fredrick said in a panicked voice, pacing around the room as Skol checked her pulse with a cold face. Skol had little medical knowledge. He saw her bleeding and her pulse weakening. In the end, he made a statement about his little knowledge,
" My King! I think, her body is weak and needs a recovery. She is after all..human...Her body isn't healed yet."
Fredrick looked back at Everett on his bed. Her face was indeed pale like a paper sheet. A part of his mind was telling him that she wasn't his concern. The other part of his heart was telling him to work on her recovery. Such conflicted feelings made him frustrated and angry. He blurted out, shocking Skol who was wearing a grim expression,
" Call the healer. She needs treatment."
