a bottle of ale for hope

new face

"It's warm." She thought to herself. For the first time she was able to make out of her feelings. " Is this the feeling of death? warmth? safe? comfortable?" she asked herself. She turned to her side and felt someone holding her hand. When she opened her eyes everything is in white.

When she turned to her side a young man is sitting next to her with his arms extended holding her hand. Beside him is a table that has some medicines and a basin of water. She retrieved her hand and automatically the young man woke up.

"Thank God you're all right," he breathed.

He has dark circles around his eyes. A little soiled state seen from his clothes and unruly hair. Aside from those details he is unearthly handsome. Immediately he reached for her forehead.

"Your fever is gone, that kept me awake all night, you were also crying that made me nervous," he smiled. Sandara was supposed to be afraid of him but she can't find the power to run away or scream.

"Breakfast is not yet prepared for you caught me sleeping, give me 15 minutes and I will prepare one immediately," he said as he stood up. Sandara grabbed his hand as he was to turn to the door.

"Why? Do you want to come with?" he asked. Sandara cannot find her voice so she just nodded. "Here," he responded with a smile as he helped her stand up and directed her to the galley.