Nox woke up feeling his wound stings. When he looked at it, blood was visible on the dressing. He glanced at his sleeping mate and carefully put his head on the pillow. Noah stirred a little, but he was still deeply sleeping. Nox went out of the bed and pulled the blanket to cover Noah.
Nox began to clean his wound alone and winced. He went out of the room and saw Alex standing guard.
"Hey," Nox said.
"Nox," Alex said. "That's one messy work you got there," he added and pointed the bandage.
"Can't help it. I couldn't reach," Nox said.
"Let me help," Alex said. They sat on the vacant chair, and Alex began to fix his dressing.
"How are they?" Nox asked. Alex stopped but then continued.
"That was what I wanted to talk about," Alex said. "Pack doctors said the two of our warriors esca
