Rhett screamed into the leather in his mouth as I poured on the first potion. It was a thin clear liquid, and it sizzled as it touched his skin. The potion evaporated, boiled away before any of its benefits could take effect.
“I’m sorry; I’ll try a different one.” I grabbed a syrupy blue liquid that the light shined through. I took the cork out with a pop and drizzled it. His cries of pain shattered my heart, and I wished there was something else I could do.
This one didn’t boil, but it didn’t seem to offer relief. I tried a few more, and all of them had the same results. I rushed around the room, looking for something that might offer relief. I didn’t bother rubbing anything on his back.
His hand gripped the back of the couch, and with the last potion he squeezed so tight, the wood fra
