In a dimly lit room, three women were sitting around the bed with painful expressions.
The gaze of all three of them was fixed on the body of a black-haired man who was sleeping in the bed with a slightly feverish skin tone.
"What have I done? He has been like this for the past three days," mumbled a woman with strawberry-blonde hair.
Her voice was shaky and painful and her eyes were swollen, evident of the fact that she had been crying... a lot.
Next to her, was a woman with jet black hair and she was looking at the woman with strawberry blonde hair with pitty.
And after a while, she spoke, "It is not your fault, Reina. The reason for his condition is something else."
"I have been continuously healing him, although his condition is not deteriorating, it's
not getting any better either."
Reina then looked in Sriya's direction, with annoyance and said, "Why are you still not taking him to some priestess or church?"