Chapter13
#Chapter13
Rosemary’s knees dipped just a little as she carefully placed her leather bag of holding on the floor outside the infirmary door and peeked around the corner. Daniel was snoring softly on the bed by the window in the early morning light, but from the colors that radiated from his body, she could tell he was on the mend.
His wounds were almost healed, and once he awoke from his drug-induced slumber, he’d be as good as new again.
Knowing he was too sedated to wake up and stop her, Rosemary crept in like a thief in the night and gently sat at the bedside, then took his hand and kissed his knuckle. /"Please don’t look for me, Daniel. I’m sorry I’m such a coward, but I just couldn’t face you. I can’t go on these adventures with you that you have planned; I’ll only hold you back./"