Allan
I burst through the doors of Maya's room, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. The sight that greeted me made my stomach drop. Maya was thrashing on the bed, her face contorted in pain, dark veins pulsing under her skin.
"Maya!" I rushed to her side, grabbing her hand. It was ice cold. "Maya, can you hear me?"
Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glazed in tears. "Allan?" Her voice was barely a whisper.
"I'm here," I said, squeezing her hand. "I'm right here."
She blinked, struggling to focus on my face. "Allan... it's Hilda. She's... she's..."
"Shh, it's okay," I soothed, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "You're safe now."
Maya shook her head violently. "No! You don't understand. Hilda, she's planning something. Something big."
I leaned in closer, my voice low
