The big round bathtub was filled with lukewarm water, rose petals were scattered on its surface. Darius Simard was lying in that fragrant water with his closed eyes. There were no gestures on his face and not a single wound on his body...
After a while, the white skin of his body started turning red. Wherever Vrinda Simard and Jane Dover were injured, the same wounds began to emerge at all those body parts. His chest became hard due to pain, but his soul did not consider it necessary to groan. He had spent almost all his energy destroying the firechats and taking the wounds of Jane Dover and Vrinda Simard in his body, but he no longer had the strength to heal them for him.