Selena's POV
I found my way to the Physician's court, with shaking hands, I crushed the petals, releasing their silver glow. I whispered the healing words words, binding my own power into the bloom, shaping it into a liquid that shimmered faintly in the cup before me.
I could barely stand. The physician gasped when he saw me, but my focus was only on the man lying motionless in the bed.
“Please,” I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I lifted his head slightly and pressed the cup to his lips. “Please drink this.”
The liquid slid into his mouth, glowing faintly as it disappeared down his throat.
I waited.
His chest rose and fell but nothing changed. His skin remained pale, his lips cracked. His breathing was shallow.
“No…” My voice broke. I shook his shoulders gent
