(Author's POV)
"Brother Al~ …. Now, that we are heading to a hospital. You should redress your wound there," Nora pointed out from the backseat.
Brave was a little puzzled by the statement. When they were departing, he had bandaged Alaric's hand with a fresh gauze himself. His brief gaze landed on Alaric's palm, the pristine white dressing was now blooming with a red, uneven dot that kept getting bigger. Alaric's other hand's thumb was pressing on it, while the person in question seemed to be in a daze.
"Al~ …. Alaric," he called out.
"Huhh? What?" Alaric's mind was elsewhere. He looked at Brave with a hint of confusion.
"Moon Goddess~ …. your wound has started bleeding again," Nora answered on behalf of Brave, her voice worried sick and high pitched.
Alaric glanced at it and shrugged off casually, "It's nothing to worry about, Ora, Rave. It is just a measly cut."
"A no would do," Brave spoke, his voice serious. "If it were that trivial, it would have healed by now."
