#Chapter 169: This Is My Fight Not Yours

I sit in the chair pulled up beside Neil’s bed while one of his doctors gives Neil a checkup. Even though I’m not a big fan of medical procedures and stuff, I force myself to watch diligently as the doctor checks his pulse and then inspects the spider web of poison across the Neil’s chest. The doctor removes the covering over Neil’s shoulder where the silver actually lies, adds some ointment, and then seals the bandage once more. Neil doesn’t so much as flinch through the entire thing, though I can see, especially from this close, how tightly he’s gripping his fist. Gently, I place my hand over his fist, hoping to give him as much support and comfort as I can. He glances at me and our eyes meet. I wish I could stare at him longer, he has such entrancing eyes, but my promise to the others was to keep an eye on the doctor. We all vowed to take turns sitting in when Neil has visitors. None of us trust the Alpha King. Any one of these doctors, nurses, or technicians could be infiltrato