Chapitre 44: (XLIV) Regret

Samael covered his mouth, yawning as he approached the group of people standing next to small trailers stacked with boxes of medical supplies. 

Each of the assistants carried a large duffel bag on their back stuffed with even more supplies. Rosalyn stood barking orders to her assistants, standing on one of the trailers. 

The hospital had been emptied out, and everything useful was either loaded onto the carts or added to Sam's pocket dimension. 

"All set?" He asked the girl, approaching the trailer as the four assistants jumped to their positions, ready to push the carts. 

"Yup, Rosa is simply motivating these slackers." Rosalyn chuckled coyly as she turned to face him, "This is the last time I'll ask: is the cutie sure he won't escort Rosa?"

"I can't." He answered, sighing and looking at the ground, placing his hands on his hips, "I already stayed behind to help you all pack."