บท 37: Choice

Mireille

In a flash, I take the familiar candlestick and wave it near the lying figure in front. I gasp as I look at the struggling body, covered with dagger cuts and blood all round the body.

I bend down in order to get a clear look at the body. I scrutinize at the eye patch on the left eye. Looks familiar. The face isn't clear due to a large blood splatter, painting the face red.

Fierce coughing from the person calls my attention. I take his hand and check his pulse. Tension rises in me as I sense the inadequate pulse from him. Next, I check the breathing, which gets shallower and shallower. The person clenches his wrists and gaspes for air.

I wince at feeling the drop of hot motlen wax on my fingertip. 'Tsk' I internally curse my carelessness while getting up from my position and placing the candlestick at a moderate height. In the process, I move away from the lying person a little bit.