(Author's POV)
"DON'T DIE, NOOO …. NOOOOOO~~~~~~~~" An ear piercing shrill tore through the pin-drop-silent infirmary, shaking the entire building. Myra was jolted awake from her deep slumber.
Startled by the sudden uproar, the brothers, who were busy talking among themselves, looked at her at once. They rushed to her side to calm her down. Brave and Alaric stood to the right side of her bed, and Dion and Elio to her left, their eyes showing anxiety and deep worry.
With veiny, hazy vision, Myra looked at all of them, her eyes trembling, as if searching for someone.
