POV - Zagon
I sit on the edge of the chair next to her hospital bed, listening to her labored breathing; each ragged one painfully sawing through my heart. Her heartbeat is extra slow, virtually non-existent. I’m no doctor, but I know she’s dying; the doctor’s expression strengthening the feeling. He seems stumped, lost as if he doesn’t know what to do; maybe because nothing he does seems to work. And the fucker who did this is laying in ICU; two rooms down; recovering his broken body.
I must admit, I’m a little puzzled too; weird how her body recovered from all its wounds so quickly while the wolfsbane seems to affect her like poison. Elves don’t have the quick-healing tendency. And wolfsbane usually only has a slight paralysis effect, that lasts a few hours; nothing serious for most s
