Third POV
In no time after Clarice ate the food, the guards brought her out for her daily punishment. As they led her into the harsh daylight, she suddenly began coughing violently, splattering the ground with blood. The guards froze, their expressions shifting from stern indifference to shock and alarm. Clarice’s eyes bulged in terror and pain, her body convulsing uncontrollably.
“Get the doctor, now!” one of the guards barked, panic rising in his voice.
They quickly carried Clarice to the clinic, her limp body barely responsive. The scene was chaotic as medical personnel rushed to stabilize her. The head doctor, Dr. Mercer, immediately began administering fluids, hoping to counteract whatever was ravaging her system.
“Poison,” he muttered grimly, recognizing the symptoms. “Wolfsbane
