Chapter 22

Three days later...

I wasn't one-hundred percent, but decent enough to travel the flatland. That chemist had in his possession stronger medicine than the pharmacies on the outside. A talented man was facing eleven years for assisted suicide charges. He'd say 'They asked me what I thought about euthanasia, I said I'm more concerned about adults.'

I was at his mercy during the healing process. At any moment he could've poisoned me. One time he had to roll up his sleeves to mix the different substances in a poor man's cauldron. A tall bowl made of cast iron, long wooden spoon swirling inside. Tattooed on his arm, littered with gray hairs, was a burning cross. The Nuli tattoo never became visible, but others assured his loyalty.