Desperate Minutes
Heading inside the hospital ward, Sunday's eyes opened.
He was an Irunmole and so, he did not have that much experience when it came down to things like this. He was used to the usual. Where, if an Irunmole was hurt in any way, some healing techniques would be pivotal in getting them back to shape. That was what he used.
However, having to see the black skinned slender lady being plugged into the life support machines here and there, hurt him in some way. He grimaced, shaking his head. This was the friend of Bolu. The very girl who he had been sent to on his mission to Earth. And in a bid to save her, he had to make sure that the friend as well was fine.
If only he had not used that healing orb.