For the next two days, I didn't leave Megan's side. I wiped her brow and helped change her linens and clothes when she was drenched in sweat. I held her hand, whispering words of encouragement as her body convulsed for over an hour each time she got another anti-venom shot.
"Will she be okay?" I asked Nurse Jenkins, my throat raw and scratchy.
"It's too early to say." She squared her shoulders. "Pray she doesn't get sepsis or I don't think even the strongest magic could help her while she's also fighting this."
A wave of anxiety enveloped me. Unable to say anything else, I merely nodded, pushing back Megan's brown hair from her forehead. I didn't need Reed to tell me it was ten times worse for her because of the spell I'd done. It was like the poison had mutated like a virus all aided f
