Artemis POV

After applying the herbs, I placed his head in my lap; all hopes were lost. I don't know what to do again.

I have cried and I could no longer cry again. I just watch him breathe heavily with his eyes closed.

I was a little bit relieved that the bleeding had reduced; all I just did was watch him and pray to God to keep him alive for me.

As I sat there, gently stroking Daymon's hair, I felt a mix of emotions: desperation, fear, and helplessness. His usually strong and resilient body now lay fragile and still. I whispered prayers, pleading for his recovery.

Suddenly, Daymon's...