As I look at Clair with helplessness, she blinks her eyes in assurance.
She walks over to the table and pulls out a syringe from her kit before approaching us and giving Alice a shot in her arm.
After a few seconds only, she falls unconscious in my arms.
“I’m sorry. I have no choice because she wasn’t letting me touch her. It was necessary to make her unconscious for her treatment.” Clair clarifies, and I just stare at Alice, dejected.
“I can understand. You just give her the best treatment. I can’t see her like this.” I shed silent tears, fixing my gaze on Alice.
“I can only treat her physical wounds, Alexander. She is emotionally damaged.” Her words break my heart.
“I understand, Doctor.” I reply, my voice filled with a mix of despair and determination. “But please, do whatever you
