Joane's nervous pacing in the outer room was like a symphony of anticipation, each step echoing her worry as she awaited news of her sister's condition. The weight of the situation hung heavily on her shoulders, as her thoughts raced through various scenarios and outcomes. It was a dance of anxiety, a tightrope walk between hope and fear.
The medic informed them that the tip of the spear has been poisoned and they have yet to identify the poison, and Adelita could be dead in days.
Amidst the whirlwind of her thoughts, a familiar voice cut through the chaos. Jason, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, stepped forward. His presence was both unexpected and oddly comforting, like a steady anchor in the storm of uncertainty.
"Joane," he began, his voice carrying a cautious tone that matched
