Third Person P.O.V
She could feel the world narrowing to the size of her ribs.
Elena’s breaths came in short, hot bursts. Pain cut through her belly like someone pulling at the threads of her organs in the room that smelled of herbs and blood. Voices continued to speak over her, but they sounded like they were coming from far away.
Aaron kept one hand on her shoulder, as if holding her in place would stop whatever was breaking inside her. Maribelle stayed at the foot of the table, fingers pressed to her lips, eyes blurry with tears but still fixed on Elena. The healer moved in slow circles, watching her and muttering words.
“Any luck finding Taylor?” Maribelle asked flatly, fighting tears, not letting herself look away from her best friend for even a split second.
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