Visiting the sick
Translated by Midas
Edited by Midas
“Moussa, I know you’re there.
Can I come in” It was Ryan’s voice.
“No, you can’t come in.” Moussa could not move now, and she did not want him to see her in a mess.
There was a moment of silence outside the door, and then came Ryan’s gentle voice.
“Moussa, I know you are hurt.
Don’t be afraid, I can help you.
Believe me.” Followed by the sound of the door pushing and entering the room.
Moussa closed her eyes in despair.
Her tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.
It was as if no one could see her sorry state as long as she closed her eyes and could see nothing.
Ryan slowly walked to her, putting the pounded herbs he had just picked this morning to the bedside.
He reached out his hand to touch her forehead.
Thankfully, she did not have a fever and gently wiped away the teardrops at the corners of her eyes.
He softly soothed her, “Don’t be afraid, Moussa.
Don’t be afraid.
I will help you.”
After saying this, he got up and went to the bathroom to help her boil the bathwater.
Then, together with the animal skin on her body, he carried her into the bathroom and put her into the bathtub.
He smelled the strong scent of post-mating on her body and knew that she must need to clean up now.
She certainly would not want his help, so he took her clothes and herbs and put them aside, then turned around and said, “I’ll wait outside the door.
You can clean yourself.
The clothes and medicine I have placed next to you.
After you have finished washing and smearing it, then call me.
From the beginning to the end, Moussa closed her eyes.
When she heard the sound of the door closing, she opened her eyes and looked at the clothes and herbs placed next to her.
Her tears flowed uncontrollably, and her heart was filled with gratitude to Ryan.
Why couldn’t Chelsea be as gentle and considerate as Ryan
Moussa took a hot bath and felt more comfortable.
She carefully applied to the affected area the herbs that Ryan brought.
Because the wound was in that place, it was not very convenient to use the medicine.
One slight movement caused the injury to be pulled, and it hurt Moussa a lot.
Finally finished, she heard Ryan saying outside the door, “Moussa, are you done I’m coming in.”
Moussa hurriedly stood up and answered, “Yes.”
Ryan pushed the door in and gently held her up by the waist, and carried her back to the bed.
“Thanks.” Moussa pursed her lips, turning her head to the side to say thank you softly.
He could bring herbs to see her when she needed help the most.
He must have known what Chelsea had done to her.
While she did not know how he knew, perhaps she screamed too miserably last night and was overheard by him, thus inferring it.
But either way, she was sure he knew, which made her feel embarrassed and unsure how to face him.
“You don’t have to thank me.
It’s all my fault.
I saved you in the first place but then failed to protect you properly.
I made you get hurt three times.
It’s me who should apologize.
I’m sorry, Moussa.
I’m sorry that I failed to protect you.” Ryan grabbed her hand and said with immense guilt.
If you had not saved me, I would have died.
Besides, you have saved me several times.
I can’t thank you enough.
How could I blame you You have not wronged me.” Moussa did not know that he had such thoughts.
She shook her head and explained hurriedly.
Ryan looked at her for some time and said with great determination, “Moussa if I say, I… ” Here, he paused.
Turning his head to the side, he took a deep breath and then said, “Would you like to….”
Before finishing, someone outside the house could suddenly be heard approaching at a fast pace.
Probably Chelsea came back.
He didn’t know why he came back so early today, but he quickly let go of Moussa’s hand and stood up.
He didn’t want to start a head-on confrontation with him yet, and he didn’t want to cause Moussa to be misunderstood by him.
Moussa was confused by his words.
She did not know if he was asking her if she wanted to do something.
She was about to ask when she heard the sound of the door being pushed open.