Not long after his argument with Yusuf, Uri began to sweat profusely.
His face was pale, the wound on his shoulder was bleeding again, and his breathing was ragged, like someone slowly drowning.
Naoum whispered, her face pale:
"He's burning up... fever. We need medicine."Khalid replied coldly, as if trying to lighten the mood:
"Let him die... He wanted us all to die."
Yusuf looked at him sharply, then sat down next to Uri, lifting the cloth from his wound to
examine it.
The sight was gruesome: pus oozing out, the smell of rot filling the air.
Daniel said, his voice trembling:
"If he doesn't get help... he won't make it through the night."
Yusuf sighed, then took out a small bag from his side, containing some gauze, dried herbs and a small bottle of water.
He began to clean the wound slowly, while Uri moaned and cried out:
"Don't touch me! You're my enemy!"
Yusuf moved closer to him, looked him straight in the eye, and said sternly:
"Your enemy... but I won't let you die if I can save you. That's the difference between us, Uri."
Silence fell.
Naomi covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with tears.
Khalid turned his face away, as if the scene exposed his shame even more.
As for Daniel... he felt an internal earthquake shaking his very being.
In his heart, he cried out:
"How can a man who has lost everything because of us... choose to save one of us?"
Yusuf sat for hours beside Uri, changing his bandages every so often, giving him a few drops of water to drink, until exhaustion overcame him and he fell asleep sitting up.
Daniel remained awake, watching Joseph with eyes full of questions:
"Which one of us is truly human... and which one is the beast?"