It’s been almost six hours since we brought Christy into the infirmary. Dr. Hugh was waiting for us at the entrance. There is a looming silence in the waiting room. Shirley fell asleep on William’s shoulder. Her face still tearstained and her shoulders tense. Father, Lord Bolton and William has somber faces, each gazing into space. I stand by the window looking out towards the small garden and courtyard, trying to reach out to her and Ella.
The door opens and Dr. Hugh walks in. He’s exhausted. His expression is pale, and his mouth is pulled in a thin line. A worried knit on his forehead. “Doc?” I ask as he scans us in silence. He utters a pained sigh before speaking. “We’ve done the best we can. The rest is up to her. The poison in her system along with the silver is going to s
