#Chapter 149: A Warrior’s Spirit

Ella I briefly considered declining Alexander’s request, but my leg was throbbing and I was exhausted. I figured a quick ride back to the house wouldn’t hurt, so I bit my tongue and climbed into the car. “Thank you,” I said stiffly, buckling my seatbelt with some difficulty. Alexander nodded and pulled away from the curb. We drove down the bumpy dirt road in silence, and I grit my teeth as each pothole made the wound on my leg hurt even more. Finally, we pulled up to the main house and Alexander put the car in park in the driveway. When I reached for the door handle, however, he touched my leg. “Your leg,” he said. “It’s bleeding through the bandage.” I looked down, and indeed, the white bandage that the medic had wrapped around my leg earlier was starting to stain with a crimson blossom. I probably reopened the wound when I was trying to walk, or when we were driving over that bumpy road. “Oh. I’ll bandage myself back up,” I said, moving to open the