CHAPTER 97

　　"Ugh!" Lyne held on to her wounded face as she was wheeled into the infirmary on a stroller. It burned so hard and even when she had heard her Father talk about self-healing, she had refused to ask him more about it due to how angry she was at him for keeping her mother's death away from her.

　　Her face was full of dry blood with her swollen face burning hard. But someone else was on her mind, despite her pain. Zeidan.

　　"Zeidan?" She mumbled.

　　"Just don't worry about him right now. Come on, we'll take care of you."

　　A nurse helped her up. She managed to sit up, wincing. "I hope he is fine wherever he is. I'm so worried about him." She said mildly, looking around the white glistening painted walls in the room that had just the lone bed to which she will be transferred. If he ever left the war field, he should be there.

　　"He is fine now. He should be in the palace now."

　　The petite nurse said, reading her face.