Chapter Twelve (Lazarus)

I heard the door open as someone entered the room; I kept my eyes closed as the person sat beside me and carefully removed the bandages, washing the wounds, dressing it with the old woman’s ointments before re-bandaging it.

I opened my eyes, seeing Amaya sitting beside me, her face scrunched up in concentration as she finished bandaging the last wound.

I grabbed her hand, and she jumped in surprise, “Thank you.” I whispered.

She nodded as she went to leave, but I refused to release her hand; she sighed and sat back down. “Is there something you need?” she asked, her voice like music to my ears.

I nodded, “company.” She tried to move again, but I held her hand, “Please, Little Dove?”

She sighed. "How are you feeling?" she asked as she felt my forehead and cheeks checking for a fever. The simple touches feeling like heaven sending tingles throughout my body.

“Could be better.” I joked.

Her striking blue eyes watched me as if assessing something, “You can joke all you want, but you