Nael
I all but sprit down the hall and turn towards the stairs. I don‘t really want to be away from Maeve any longer than I have to be. She just woke up and what she told me still makes my stomach churn. Again something I can’t do anything about. Because trust me, if I could stop her from dreaming, I would do that.
Slowing down a little, I ponder that idea. Maybe Serena knows a way to achieve that. Maeve has been looking like hell for some days now, and just seeing her so pale and fragile makes my heart clench.
No idea if Serena will agree, though. She voiced some concerns when she came to check on Maeve earlier. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t the herbs that caused her to pass out, and I also had Serena do a drug test. As a registered nurse and midwife, she knows people and got it do
