Damien's pov
Dr. Rowan hung the IV bag and connected the tube to the needle in Aria's arm with steady hands.
When he finished, he gave me a small, professional smile.
"She's developed pneumonia from the fever," he said quietly."It will take about a week for her to recover."
I watched him set the medicine bottles on the nightstand.
My patience was already thin. I wasn't in the mood for small talk or another medical speech.
"That's enough," I said, waving him toward the door."You've done your part. Come back tomorrow for the next treatment."
When the door clicked shut, silence filled the room again.
I turned back to Aria. Her face, usually pale, had taken on a dull yellow tint.
Even in sleep her brow was drawn tight, three faint lines cutting across her forehead
