"Are you sure you want to come?" Alric asked again as he held the metal door tightly. He did not want to show the gruesome wounds but at the same time, he had never refused her for anything. If she wanted the moon, he would find a way to bring it for her.
"Yes, I can handle it." she assured him. Her shoulders were bandaged and her face still looked pale but she was much better after a night's rest. Alric had forced Max to visit her early in the morning and check her condition.
Only then he had brought her here.
"Alright, but.. If you feel nauseated, I will bring you out at once." he warned before opening the door.
The room was dimly lit. As Nora walked inside, she instantly found Chris. He laid on the stone floor. Barely conscious, his body twitched at the sound of footsteps. Beside him was a man with a dark face. He was tending to Chris's wounds. The man worked methodically, dabbing antiseptic and stitching wounds without anesthesia. Chris moaned, a choked, hollow sound.
