18. Black Heart

“Who are you?” I whispered. "A-are you okay?" I mentally slapped myself for asking the obvious answer. No one would be okay just like that.

How could he still have the strength to open his eyes? The blood—his blood dried beside him. I wanted to cover my nose, but I didn't want the stranger to think I was disgusted with him.

"Can you talk?"

The least I could do for him was to give him consideration and mercy. It was too much. I wondered how he remained alive despite the blood loss.

My head spun when I imagined the red and metallic blood.

I gagged.

I can’t stomach it anymore. My vision was getting blurry. Gasping for breath, I went to the iron bars and held them as if my life depended on them.

"I'm sorry."

“Did you suddenly feel sick after seeing me?” he asked, barely whispering. His breathing was shallow. He should be treated immediately! Why did the guards never pity him? They could have at least brought the pack doctor!

I glanced in his direction.

I hesitated. “You have to tend you