Since Ruby had spent most of her time outside the camp, she didn't know many places where she could transport Michael.
With adrenaline fueling her every movement, the only location that came to mind was the quarters Chief Wilson had set aside for their personal use. That was how the two of them ended up in the room.
By all means, Michael should have been stable. Aside from a few bruises, there were no fatal injuries. Yet blood slowly oozed from his eye sockets, refusing to stop.
Ruby might have lacked any real insight into how to observe the state of a soul, but she could tell something was deeply wrong inside him.
Outside of her gaze, Michael's spirit was being heavily agitated.
Like a pressure that mounted the more time passed, it threatened to explode. Even when his mind was unconscious, the tormented agony never ceased.
