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I watched him with total horror. If my scream could cause agony in other people, I wouldn't know how to describe how Miguel's scream made me totally depressed. My heart, for the first time in months, tightened in such a way that I thought I might be suffering from some sudden stop of the heartbeat. I rubbed the medicine in the palms of his hands, noticing that nothing was happening. I was so used to not hurting myself with anything, and never getting sick from any human illness, that it seemed unreal to me that someone could still feel pain and not get better immediately with some healing action. Human medicines were good for humans... For creatures that were not from that world, the difficulty became even greater.

"You need to turn around," I said in a trembling voice, dropping the cotton on the floor and exchanging it for another who was not dirty with the blood of the living flesh of his hands." I have to sew the place where your wings should be.

"No," he moaned, repressing another