I felt a shudder run down my spine at how to raw the wound looked. It was different then what I had seen on any maid. It looks like the person had taken a chunk out of his skin and it was healing but the blood had dried on the spot and was not cleaned.
Chiara was still yelling at the boy but I had enough of it. He looks like he was going to faint and I was sure that not going to be from the yelling but the blood loss.
"What happened to you?" I pointed to the right side of his neck. "Why are you not in the Infirmary?"
The boy paled even further.
"What's going on?" I asked relentlessly, "someone else can take your work for now. You must have the treatment."
"I..it will h-heal.."
Even though the words barely left his mouth, I had them loud and clear and Chiara must have heard them too.