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I demanded. “Enough of your chatter,” Lydia snarled, clawing at my face. Instantly, I cupped my face, screaming in pain. She clawed my back and then my arms. I fell, my back against the ground, intense pain coursing from my wounds to all parts of my body. Lydia mounted me again, slashing my body until it grew numb, and all I could feel was the tearing of my flesh. They said that when you can no longer feel pain, death is near.

Blood had soaked through the makeshift pressure cloth someone had given her on the walk; it dripped slowly between her fingers onto the stone. Lysa worked without wasted motion. She cut away the ruined tank top, cleaned the collarbone wound, the claw marks across the ribs, the deep thigh slash, and finally the ugly punctures left by Kaen’s teeth. The antiseptic burned like liquid fire. Corinne did not make a sound. Isla shared the pain in silence, neither amplifying nor softening it. When the healer moved to Percie, he tried to refuse. “She first. I’m fine.”

Lio turned his large fury head towards me and started making soft whimpering sounds. He was big enough that once he had turned around to face me, his nose was inches away from my ruined torso. His warm breaths made me shiver even more but they felt good. I looked down at him and saw his long wet tongue slide out of his mouth. He began gently licking the wounds with long strokes. I cringed each time his tongue slid over the wounds, but soon the pain was a distant memory. I looked down at each wound he had licked and to my astonishment they were closing up. He was healing me the same way he had before.

Gathering what little strength I have left, I begin to walk around, my movements stiff and mechanical as I search for any herbs resembling those I've witnessed Beatrice use to treat my injuries. After what feels like an eternity, I nearly explode with joy upon finally finding one. Sending up a silent prayer, I swiftly rub the herb against my palm, attempting to extract its healing juices. I press it firmly against the grievous wound but instantly regret the decision as an inexplicable, agonizing scream rips from my throat - the burning sensation excruciating. Fuck! I'm always out of it when treated; I didn't know the herbs sting so bad. I slowly lower myself to the ground, gritting my teeth

“I am sorry. That information could have been of some help to you.” “Don’t worry. You did the right thing. Why don’t you get some rest now?” I asked. Lydia blew some air from her mouth. “Okay.” she whispered. I helped her lay on the bed. It hurt to see her biting back tears because of her skin split open in the back. I couldn’t begin to imagine the tortures she had to go through while she was there.