"Izaak...infected...can't...purge...need...help." That was all she said before passing back into unconsciousness, her hand slipping from his neck. Her chest moved up and down rapidly, her eyes rolling behind her fluttering eyelids. Izaak picked her up, not sure of what to do with her. He was on the verge of panic when Gerald came downstairs.
"Izaak? What's going on? Oh my God! Lilith!" Rozen ran over as if he were going to take her out of Izaak's arms. Instead, he looked her over and then up at Izaak. "Did she say anything?"
Izaak nodded. "She said she was infected and couldn't purge it. She said she needed help. Boss, what do we do?"
Rozen ran his hand over his chin, the sound of stubble scraping across skin filling the air. "Downstairs," he answered. "We'll take her to her room in the
