~Samantha~
“We’re running out of time,” he said carefully. “Her body is under too much magical strain. If we do not stabilize it soon, she could remain unconscious far longer than any of us want.”
Devon grabbed the edge of Diana’s blanket like it might stop whatever nightmare was trying to swallow her.
“She’s not going to die, right?”
“Diana, please wake up. I swear I won’t ever split from you again. We’re better together. You know that. We always are. Please just open your eyes.”
I turned away for half a second because if I looked at my son’s face any longer, I was going to start crying and never stop.
Dominic did not take the half second route. He grabbed the doctor by his shirt, and shoved him against the wall.
“What the fuck do you mean, running out of time?” he snarled. “You’ve been standing here feeding us meds, checking her pulse, and saying useless shit for hours. Heal her.”
“Dominic, let him go!” I yelled, but he did not hear me.
