Later that night I woke up to a smell, it smelled like infection and pus. As I walked down to the living room the smell intensified, until I could barely breathe. I undid his shirt and saw a cut running across his chest from armpit to armpit, passing through his nipples. It wasn't deep but it was infected, very infected; it was green and yellow pus was coming out of it. The boy was still sleeping, but now I understood why he was crying when I brought him here. All I had was a first aid bag that I brought with me when I got here. I applied disinfectant to the wound but all I did was wake the boy up and make him scream in pain. Then I applied a blindfold, which made him scream even louder. That night I made an even stupider decision. The next morning I went to Government House and announced that I would be leaving that afternoon. They stared at me like I was crazy and asked why; I ignored the question and left the room. When I got home I packed my bags, checked the house and left. When I was about to leave the city, men came out of nowhere, t...