Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"You need to lie down".

"I don't want to stain the sheets".

In the meantime, I removed the boots to be more comfortable, and I was also freed of the gloves.

"Don't do the stupid and lie down before you to be a damn".

Reluctantly, already feverish, Davil at the end they decided to give me a listen and you settled back on the bed, sitting against the headboard.

"Where did you antibiotics? And the kit first aid?"

"But doesn't teach you anything in class?" he asked me. "In the bathroom, the tray down".

Right I thought. Because, if you do happen to get trascinandoti in the bathroom in the end of life, you can find it immediately. I made my way to the bathroom, and I was able then to the strictly necessary.

He checked himself in the box of antibiotics and painkillers which ones to take, as I ran to the bathroom to fill the glass that she kept on the bedside table and riportarglielo quickly. While he gulped down the tablets, I climbed on the bed to take a seat at his side.

I looked at the blood that had dried on his chest, the cage of bones that I had remarked on the blade was well-defined from the broken skin, and purple. I felt terribly guilty.

And I knew that he wanted to reassure me, but his eyelids were falling allowed him to barely stand behind the situation. It was clear to them both that he was very ill, and, as much as he wanted me to believe that it had to go well, the truth was that it was only my fault.

I should not have immischiarmi in the story and drag it with me, but now I could not go back.

The all in all of the blood, using a towel dampened, by attention to his wounds. I helped him and then to relax completely and rest my head on the pillow. I tried to be particularly careful and not macchiargli the sheets, to please him.

Once finished, clean it up, placed it on the ground cloth is smeared and I continued on with the disinfectant. I armed myself with wadding and patience and reviewed caref the wounds I had inflicted.

Davil you let go of

the pain of the stinging, but in spite of this, the ec put the whole for me not to see how mu Finally, I found in the kit of adhesive bandages large enough to coprirgli the wounds. Once you a with that part of his body, my hands ran to his

pants.

I pulled down the fabric to the right need, and I felt deep shame in the review of the sign that had branded him. I gulped down my spit, sending down my useless guilt, and disinfettai, too.

When I finished, he already seemed to be better off under the effect of the antibiotics and painkillers.

The silence was dropped from a piece on us, but with your hands tied was was easy for me to ignore it. Now, instead, I had to reckon with the reality. His eyes closed, and opened up on me.

Even in that state, I could not put aside the electricity lightning that filled the air when we were alone.

But Davil was too feverish and I could only take care of him, after all that I had done.

He closed his eyes, then his lips moved and his voice, I was covered with stars one last time before we go to sleep. "I will not leave the forest to reach you" farneticò.

It was the same thing that was written on my book. But in that moment, I thought he was delirious, so I lay at his side.

"Now sleep. The forest will not come to us".

And while I closed eyes, I hoped with all my heart that Davil not really was so used to the pain as suggested for it to be.

Dr. Crain pulled out from the bag a piece of bread and jam that Mina had carefully prepared for him, and the son. The split into two handed it to Davil, who was sitting with him against the bark of a tree, piece larger of the two.

When the hunt is stopped and took a rest under the sun: that's not so bad to be with Newton Crain. And Davil, in the end, he loved his father. In spite of everything.

The leashed dogs and the horse had been tied to another conifer; even with four inches of snow that were there, to those animals wild, liked to be outside in the open air. Davil would have preferred the

long to stay at home to cook with her mother while she taught the Bulgarian.

Soon would come in his fifteenth birthday. The twenty-one in December.

His mother, Mina said that on the night in which he was born was t that went before the Holy Period, the twelve days following the winter solst

Were those in which it gave life to hunting wild around the Earth. A Odin led the procession of death riding on his Sleipnir.

That was a story that always listened to with pleasure, on the night of his birthday. Mina him told only once a year, to make it even more special.

As she thought about this, Davil taken to count the arrows in his quiver. He realized that there was a lack of, must have been lost to