9 Andrea
“Please… please work,” I whispered as I watched the monitor. Mossara’s limp body twitched occasionally, the poison slowing in her veins. This medicine would put her in a medically-induced coma so the poison wouldn’t spread as quickly. Then we could administer antidotes to dissolve it.
The line on the monitor was way too erratic for my comfort and my heart skittered in my chest. “Patient’s respiration is stabilizing,” said Nurse Hoxar, holding a device up to Mossara’s face. The child’s eyelids fluttered and her whiskers shivered.
I reached out and took her hand, squeezing it gently, willing some of my strength into her. She had to survive. I couldn’t lose her. Not when she’d been so cheerful and sweet the other day, almost ready to be discharged.
The lines on the monitor stabil
