“I will do everything in my power to prevent that from happening,” Merrin promised.
Although I was sure, she had a great deal of talent in the healing department as the head of the infirmary, a clawing in my gut told me that there was really nothing she could do for me.
“Let me get you a towel,” Merrin suggested, and she was up on her feet before I could protest.
“Please don’t leave me alone,” I whimpered as she moved towards the door.
The fear inside me urged me to yell for my friends, but the last thing I wanted was for them to see me like this.
Merrin stopped at a cupboard beside the door and pulled a thick, Egyptian cotton towel from it before returning to me.
As she handed it to me, she smiled softly, with tears in her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Her words were a promise, and yet I couldn’t help but think: where am I going?
Handing me the towel, Merrin returned to the seat beside me as I pressed the soft material to my face.