73. Role Playing

Silvan’s POV

We waited, taking our sweet time and watching the doctors make their diagnoses and treatments. Eventually, after about two hours, they were done, and his vitals seemed better.

“We need to confirm if there’s poison and find the best way to help him fight it off. Otherwise, all of these would go to waste,” the lead doctor said solemnly, and one of the nurses scribbled behind him.

After that, the group left, and Esme sighed in relief.

She stood and stretched, “I thought they would be here forever.”

“Let’s hurry; he might not be awake for long,” I warned as I stood up and moved to his side. Esme acted quickly and stood before the man.

I watched his eyes widen in fear of seeing her and her informal dress.

“Who are you?” He croaked out. He couldn’t see me since I was wrapped in another illusion, making him think only one person was there.

Leaning in, Esme bent until she was close to his ears and whispered, “I’m here to help you.”

The man’s eyes flickered, and he glanced a