Luck Is Another Name for Destiny (1)

He hears the lapping waves of the sea, the calling calls of the sea birds, and the smell of the ocean.

For a second, he was….peaceful until pain brought him back. 

Pain, prickling pain, feeling like needles are being pricked on every inch on his body, ants crawling through his veins. 

He wanted to jolt to life but the pain suppressed him. 

But he also feels a cooling sensation, being transmitted to him. Cool like water. And he smells the herbs. 

Someone is applying herbs to his body, he deduced.

Slowly he opens his eyes. 

'Argh' he winced in pain and he looks in front of him. That woman! He was about to push her again when he feels the pain in his arms.

'I'm not her, outlander' the woman said looking at Arial with wariness and her hands stopped doing whatever she is doing. In her hand is a green cloth. 

Arial is sure that cloth is being dipped by something. Maybe herbs.