Third Person POV
“Can’t you heal her?” Lucian snarled, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
Dr Sturgis looked just as frustrated, tugging on his hair and pushing his spectacles up his nose as he examined Rosalie for what felt like the hundredth time. No matter how many different ways he examined her, whatever was wrong continued to allude him.
“Don’t you think I’m trying?” he snapped at Lucian who was watching his every move like a hawk “Whatever has done this has put her in such a deep sleep that she won’t awaken, no matter what I try. Not to mention it seems to be slowly poisoning her from the inside.”
“Do something” Lucian roared, as he looked at poor Rosalie on the bed, hooked up to various machines, an IV in her arm, her skin almost translucent, her lips blue, her bod
