In denial

*Omario POV*

“Abi!” I shout her name as I rush to the floor where she lays with a pool of blood around her arm. My shaving razor blade shines a few centimetres from her.

“I should have not left you alone. How could I be so stupid?” I ask myself as I pick her from the floor and place her on the bed. I tear my shirt and tie her wrist to try and stop the blood that is still oozing from her slit wrist.

“Abi, can you hear me?” I can’t help but panic. Her whole tiny body move when I shake her but I get no response. She looks so pale and feels so cold. I am not a doctor but her shallow breathing paints a scary picture I refuse to accept. It’s really selfish on my part that I don’t want to let go of an abused, battered and malnourished slave who has had it. It’s not even about the damn prophecy, I am not really worried about what might happen it she die, Abi just can’t die.

I run to the door and instruct the servant working on the corridor to call a royal physician and rush back to her sid