Chapter Ninety-three

Eleanor was exempted from school activities due to her injury and she felt it was too much of a stretch. Emma wouldn't stop overreacting to the incident even with the days that had passed.

She visited Eleanor every night to administer drugs and a couple of other things Eleanor couldn't name. They were endless.

Today she walked into Eleanor's room holding more medicines and concoctions. Eleanor fought the urge to groan at the sight.

"Rise and shine." Eleanor rolled her eyes at Emma's enthusiastic voice and pulled the sheets away, sitting up on the bed.

"What are you making me drink this time?"

"Oh, nothing much," Emma waved it off. "It's for the healing process. Drink up."

Eleanor took the cup from her hands and frowned into it. A curious mixture of things, like a bunch of brown liquid, swirling inside the cup.

"Just drink it, Eleanor. It's not poison," Emma said when she took too long to drink it.

"It sure does look like one."

"This right here is made from a flower," she decided to ex