KEILAH
Ralph's commanding voice echoed through the room, “Call Isabella, NOW!” He growled as he effortlessly lifted her and strode out.
Everyone followed suit, inadvertently knocking me down in their rush, still grappling with confusion. Despite the searing pain in my foot, I gathered myself and trailed behind.
Everybody made a circle around the sofa where she was laid, their faces worried. A tug of guilt poked me as I realized the girl was now unconscious.
Everyone made a way for that old woman who rushed over.
“How bad is it?” She inquired with concern as she knelt beside the unconscious girl. Without hesitation, she extracted a small bottle from her pocket and, with Ralph's assistance, poured what looked like slimy green liquid into the girl's mouth.
The old woman sighed
