Chapter 67 Irremediable

• "I don't think this wound is healing at all, Zachary," Edla cried softly to her brother, who was busy scribbling words on the paper in front of him with an ink pen that was placed on the table. He had left her to sleep after brewing some kind of tea he had gone to ask for at the infirmary, and had lied that he had pains in his body and needed something to sleep.
• Edla had woken up later in the evening still sleeping on his bed, as she raised her body up noiselessly from the soft bed which sprang up from its little dip. The first thing that came to her mind impulsively, was the check her disfigured arm to see how well it was healing. To her utmost dismay, the wound didn't seem closing the way it was expected to be. Only the bleeding appeared to have ceased, from the large amount that it dripped before. It hadn't even stopped finally.
• "Not healing at all?" Zachary whose back was facing the bed turned his head immediately she called to him, as he stood up from the chair that he was sitting on and went over to her side.