Elena’s POV
“Lana!” Lana’s mother leapt to her feet and wrapped her arms around her daughter. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“My… My stomach,” Lana choked out, her voice strained with pain. “It… It hurts really bad!””
“Take her to the infirmary!” Samson barked, rising from his chair. “Quickly!”
Without hesitation, Lana’s father scooped her up—although the movement made her cry out even more—and swept her out of the room. I followed without thinking, holding her hand the entire way to the infirmary. Her palm was cold and clammy already, and each step seemed to send a fresh wave of pain jolting through her.
When we arrived, the healers quickly moved Lana to a free cot and began to check her over. I bit my lip as I looked down at my friend, her face twisted in pain and anguish. She was already c
