~ A M E L I A ~
Without hesitating, Everett ripped my dress from the hole where the wound was located. I gaped down to see he only made it slightly larger, but I knew the dress was ruined beyond repair. A stupid thing to care about in the grand scheme of things, but I needed to think about anything aside from the burning sensation of the wolfsbane coursing through my veins.
Grazing a finger around my wound, Everett breathed in deeply, ‘Don’t move. I need to wash the wolfsbane out of your wound to give you a chance to heal.’
Staying silent, tears were still streaming down my face as I watched the serious and worried expression on his face. I could tell he was trying to mask it, to keep a brave face for me, but it was obvious I needed more medical attention than what I was accepting. If I
