Chapter 63.

I had barely slept the night, constantly listening out for any noises nearby, my mind constantly imagining Zach or what was left of his men watching and waiting to pounce and drag us away again. Then I’d be paranoid anytime Leo’s breaths seemed weaker, or his heart beat slowed. I spent many of the hours resting my head on his chest, needing the reassurance of his heart beat to tell me he was still holding on… he’d be ok…. He had to be!

I wrung out the cloth with water and gave it to Dante to bathe Izzy. He was managing to sit up properly today, and he was eager to be able to stand by the end of the day, as he looked over at the stream and craved to cover himself head to toe and lay beneath the water.

As he lovingly tended to her, I went from plant to plant, picking handfuls of yarrow, washed it, then crushed it against a flat pebble, intending to use it for everyone’s wounds.

I started with Leo as his looked close to infection. One gash after another, I covered each one with the mix