Chapter 37

I expect him to drop me in the water to clean my wounds, considering the way he mentioned dipping me in a few times. I don’t think I would have been too crazy to assume that.

What I didn’t expect him to do, however, is to gently walk me into the small pool where the water churns from the falls. I let go of him, waiting for him to lower me into the water but his grip remains firm.

“Are you going to dip me in?” I ask him and he seems to snap out of a daze. His right arm lowers my legs, my hands clinging to his shoulder as nausea hits me harder than the icy water. I gasp, sucking in my breath, my side throbbing.

“You need to scrub the mud off,” He tells me and I nod, but don’t make a move. The nausea clings to me, ebbing and flowing with the ripples of the water, and I whimper, trying to keep from blowing chunks. “Are you okay?” he asks.

A big brave person would shoot off a snarky remark, ensuring they are totally fine, even when they aren’t. But I’m not a big or a brave person. Hell,