Jessica/Tessa’s pov;
I didn’t even think about the fact that Sheila might not have been a healer. I didn’t even think. I had no time to.
I only remember my hands moving quickly.
The mist had thinned by then, retreating back like it had already taken what it came for. Bodies lay everywhere, some were gasping for breaths, others laid frighteningly still.
He looked the worst out of them all.
They laid him near the old storage building, away from the others. His breathing was shallow, his lips tinged with a kind of purplish black, dark veins spreading from his chest up to his neck like tree branches.
The elders wouldn’t go near him at first. Some of the warriors wouldn’t either.
I knelt beside him anyway.
“You have to move away from him!” Someone yelled.
“That doesn’t look good,” anot
