Andrew's eyes sparked light of relief at the figure of Aeron who had arrived at the shelter with a vial in his hold. His feet surged and darted toward him for his impatience to pick the potion and feed it to his fainted mate.
"Thank you, Aeron. Doctor, please save her with this potion." In one grab, that potion had moved to Andrew's palm now which he handed to the white-cloaked doctor.
"Wait!" The doctor 's hand which was about to pour the liquid onto a spoon quit at Andrew's exclamation; his head turned to him. "Give her one drop only; more doze of the elixir can kill her, instead of saving her." Aaron instructed, obeyed by the doctor.
That old man pressed Jane'a mouth open and put one drop of the potion into it before he freed it from his hand. Andrew, who did not leave her side, jus
