NINA
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. There was a funny taste in my mouth, metallic. It’s texture was also eerie, thick yet smooth; I had bitten my tongue. I noiselessly swallowed the blood that had oozed from this action. Then I started the task again. I dug my teeth into the flesh of my tongue and pierced its lining. This is what I had been doing for the past ten minutes. This is what I had been doing since the charmer began treating Lawrence.
“I need more Nina! Give me more!”
It took a while for me to realize that she was addressing me. When I finally did, I obeyed her command and handed her the one of the leaves in my palm. The charmer took it hurriedly and squeezed it, applying its juice on Lawrence's wound.
I held my breath when the sticky sap made contact with the grisly wo
