One hundred and twenty five

Third person POV

Putting her hands on Sally's chest, her grandmother tried to search for any remaining presence of her granddaughter, which luckily there was, although it only seemed like a fragment.

“How long has she been like this?” Grandfather asked Mrs. Willow with a frown on her old face.

Sally hasn't responded since she apologized to her grandmother last night. “Since last night.”

“She's still here, but she's a bit weak,” Grandma said, lifting herself off the edge of the bed.

Since Sally suddenly fell into a coma, Mrs. Willow thought it best to move her niece to the infirmary. Even though her wrists were still shackled, at least she had a bed.

“Can you unchain her? Sally is not a monster.” Grandma said with tears in her eyes. The couple had arrived just over two hours earlier, and the second they saw Sally's condition, the woman had been crying ever since.

Grandma shook her head. “No matter how much I want to, I can't. I can't let her risk everyone's lives here. There is somethi