The guard had dressed Williams up in the robe again.
He had wanted to tie him and give him some strokes of cane, but Williams was bleeding terribly.
For no reason, he just felt he shouldn't allow him to die in his hands.
He untied him immediately.
"Get up! Quickly!"
He commanded.
Williams was still struggling to get on his feet.
He had lost a lot of blood and now felt dizzy.
"To the slave house!"
The guard commanded as he watched him stagger.
Of course Williams needed help to walk, but nobody was going to assist him.
His left leg was badly injured and he had bled severely.
"I need to be taken to the hospital."
He whispered, but his voice was loud enough for the guard to hear it.
The guard scoffed. He found it amusing that a common slave would request for a proper treatment.
"You ingrate! You should be grateful I spared your life. Now you want to go to the hospital?"
