Ravenna's POV
Suddenly, the little girl coughed—a wet, ragged, violent sound that tore through the room.
Blood spilled from her mouth, staining her white nightgown—a horrific, rose-like bloom spreading across the fabric.
My clinical detachment shattered in an instant. I was a child, and my soft spot for children had dragged me into dangerous positions before—this would be no different.
I was at her side in an instant, needles flashing as I opened blocked qi pathways, forcing her failing lungs to expand. From my bag, I drew a pre-filled syringe of a powerful stabilizer and slid it straight into her fragile vein.
For agonizing seconds, her small body convulsed against the sheets. The only sounds were her choked gasps and the mother's muffled sobs. Then, mercifully, her breat
