Fight for it

The boy watched as Holland went to collect more flowers, waiting patiently for a response. When it came he nodded slightly, it wasn’t just a flower it was marigold and it healed cuts and bruises. His brow rose questioningly at that. Who would use it for bruising? “Why not just use water to flush and sap to glue together.” He asked, remembering how his father had ‘stitched’ up a wound when he was sick. As Holland came back to put more of the Marigold in his wounds, Sandor tried to sit still, muscles twitching at the pain. “ Do you like healing?” He asked, trying to take his mind off the sting.


"speak."