Death Frost | Deathsworn #2

Chapter 36 ❆ Selfish

In my shock, I was unable to move from my seat. By the time I came to, it was when the medic had come forward to check on Erenol's condition. She was lying motionless on the ground with not even a twitch—it was to the point that I somehow feared she was dead. Thankfully, I had the ability to see when a person was really dead, otherwise, I'd be shooting forward in panic.

I saw none of the dark shadows hovering around, so I was sure she was not in any immediate danger. However, there remained a bit of worry in my heart and it took a bit of effort to stand still.

The nun tasked with handling our injuries rolled Erenol to her back, checking her pulse. When she gave a nod of confirmation and leaned back, visibly relieved, I felt some weight being taken off of my shoulders as well. As expected, she wasn't in any immediate danger.

I began thinking about what occurred just now. Erenol clearly had the tide of the fight in her favor, but a couple of light flashes actually knocked her out cold?

I shot a doubtful look at Defiant Soul, who was rubbing his nape guiltily. He sincerely bowed in apology to Erenol, then stood to the side to watch as they pulled her onto a stretcher. They were most probably headed to the emergency bay to be examined further. After insuring that Erenol was fine, he exited the stage.

I stood up from my seat and followed after the stretcher. Maun was right by my side, pocketing the knife and carving tools.

"Maun, stay," I said. "It's your fight next. Be good," I told him.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"It'll be fine. I'll just check on Erenol quick and get back before my match starts. I won't miss yours either. Now, don't worry and don't think about anything else. Since she lost her fight, you must win yours, okay?"

I patted his head.

"Okay." He nodded reluctantly and went back to wait for his match to start.

I shot a brief glance at Black Flame's way, letting out a breath of trepidation before disappearing after Erenol and the medics. I made sure that I wasn't in the way, but watched on closely as Erenol was treated for her minor wounds. The nun did several things to check on her condition—shining light on her eyes, checking on her breathing, and many more.

When she stepped away and looked over to me, I stepped forward to hear what she had to say. "She's going to be alright. She was just knocked out. I checked on everything I can check, and she seems fine save for a few small injuries. I think she can wake up within an hour or so."

"That's a relief," I whispered.

"You best get back to the arena. You're still up to fight today, aren't you?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes. Then will she be alright if I leave her here?" I inquired.

"She will be."

"I'll stay for a bit," I told her.

"Alright." The nun patted her shoulder comfortingly and left the room to return to her post by the arena.

I sat on one corner, chin on my hand and elbow on my knee. I did not think it would be possible to find my second family in this life, I did. I was thoroughly blessed to have a loving adoptive family, and it seemed as though I would've been loved dearly had I stayed with my biological one too.

Erenol was a very close friend I didn't think I would have, and she was a sister I didn't think I would need either.

I don't know. Should I open a dispute on the results? But that would be unreasonable. And I wasn't sure if the girl would like that too.