Chapter 73: I'll Take Care Of You (Part One)

         Méah almost crawled on her way to the small cabin. Every step she took was a torture. The way the dried leaves and the little twigs crunched under her bare feet gave off a resemblance to what her bones and veins felt like right now. She had Keir's uninjured arm snaked on her nape while she's supporting him underneath his shoulders. Cold sweat from her forehead were pouring down, glistening on her struggling face. 

          At last, for like eternity, Méah arrived on the small cabin's cobwebbed porch without stumbling down on her way. The small cabin looked very old and shabby. The deep brown color of it's wooden wall, emitting a strong musky smell that seeped right through her nares, and the wild vines crawling all over its surface said it all. Almost every kind of dirt and nature's trash were in there. Dried, brown leaves were scattered everywhere. Patches of tall yet yellowish green grasses depri