141 : Need to Find Her

VERENA

His gaze follows mine to the bandage, a flicker of worry crosses his features. "The doctors said your muscle tissues and tendons were damaged," he explains, his voice soft but firm. "The wolf's bite punctured pretty deeply. They stitched the wound closed, and it's healing, but it'll take time."

I purse my lips before I ask. “How many hours has it been?”

“An entire day.” He says and the news hits me like a physical blow.

“A whole day. I was out for that long?"

Dad drags the chair kept beside the bed to the front and sits on it. “The doctors found some substance inside your body that slowed down your healing. You shouldn’t have been feeling this much pain and it should have healed. But it isn't, because of that substance.” His jaw clenches, a flicker of worry igniting in his eyes.

I remember seeing Nixie before I passed out. I can bet that it was her who had injected some kind of herb or concoction in me to slow down my healing. But why was she there? What relation did she