Sarah's body burned from the inside out.
She sat in a small room in the Sanctuary, hands gripping the edge of a metal cot. Sweat poured down her face. Her heart raced at impossible speeds.
Diana stood by the door, arms crossed. "It'll pass. The first twelve hours are always the worst."
"You said I'd be fine," Sarah gasped. "You said just a few drops."
"You are fine. You're just changing." Diana stepped closer. "Your cells are rewriting themselves. Learning to be immortal. It hurts like hell, but it won't kill you."
"How do you know?"
"Because I went through it too. We all did." Diana pulled up a chair. "Breathe through it. Focus on something else."
Sarah tried. She thought about Emma, sleeping in another room under Jenna's watch. Her daughter was safe. That was what mattered.
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