The medicine man came several minutes afterward and forced more sleeping potions down Sally’s throat. He also gave her potions for her fever and headache.
“How is she?” Baski asked.
The old man hesitated. “She’s holding out, barely. Her body is healing, and I hope to heavens her mind is too. It still isn’t assured if she will get through this. You must be prepared for the wor--”
Danika snapped her head up fiercely. “She’ll survive! Don’t say that, doctor! She’ll be fine! S-Sally is a fighter. My Sally is a fighter. Sh-she will be fine! She will be,” she cried.
Baski grabbed her and hugged her to her chest impulsively. Danika was breaking apart right in front of her eyes. Sob after sob racked her throat as she burrowed deeper into Baski.
Time passed. The medicine man finally left afte
