Olivia’s POV:
The antiseptic smell of the treatment center made my nose twitch as I sat on the examination table, trying not to flinch as the healer pressed around the wound edges. Yesterday's border patrol with Dominic had ended with an assassin's blade in my ribs – a blade that had been meant for him.
"This is definitely infected," the healer murmured, carefully peeling back the bandage. She clicked her tongue at the angry red flesh beneath, dark veins spreading outward from the wound. "The wolfsbane is fighting against your natural healing. We'll need to change your medication immediately."
"How bad is it?" I asked, gritting my teeth as she cleaned the area.
"Bad enough that you'll need to stay here for observation. The poison is spreading faster than we anticipated." She reached fo
