Rapheal's POVThe room smelled heavily of herbs and bitter medicine.For three days straight, that scent had become the only thing clinging to my body and mind. Every time I inhaled, all I could smell was the physician’s concoctions, soaked cloths, and the faint metallic scent of blood that refused to completely disappear no matter how many times the sheets were changed.I sat beside Narek’s bed quietly while dipping the towel into warm water again.His face remained pale.His breathing had improved compared to the first night when his chest struggled with every breath, but he still refused to wake up. Sometimes his fingers twitched slightly and sometimes his brows furrowed faintly as though he was fighting something inside his head, but every single time I thought he would finally open his eyes, nothing happened.I wrung the towel carefully before pressing it against his forehead again.“You are seriously becoming troublesome,” I muttered quietly.No response.The room stayed silent
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