With his hand laid out in front of him, Hunter brought up the image of June in the infirmary. She still lay there, looking worse than when he left but still alive. He looked around the room to see who was there. The guard, Alec, was standing by the door with orders to never leave his post until his replacement was present and ready to take over. An order he would never take lightly again.
There were a few nurses checking vitals and giving medication to try and help the situation in any way they could, even though it was hopeless without the potion. And there, in the far left corner of the room, watching June sleep, was the man who brought her to this state. Hunter felt sick just looking at him sitting there, knowing what he had done. Watching the effects. This was fun for him.
Disgusted,
