Callan felt his stomach twist. He did not understand every detail, but he knew they were not trying to save Elara. They were keeping her weak for reasons he could not fully grasp.
The next morning Elara fainted before reaching her dresser. Riona panicked dramatically, insisting it was her health. Dr. Myles arrived within minutes and forced another round of medication into her hands. Within moments she grew dizzy again. Her limbs felt heavy as stone.
By nightfall she barely responded when Gareth returned home. Gareth pressed his hands to his face. “What is happening to her.”
Riona forced a sorrowful expression. “Her illness is worsening. You must trust me.”
Callan learned she had been taken to Briarton General Hospital. He followed the ambulance from a distance, running with every ounce of strength he had. He reached the hospital and slipped through the entrance before anyone noticed.
He saw nurses rushing her into a room. He ran toward them. “Check her chart,” he cried. “Please look at her medication. Something is wrong.”
Security caught him immediately. A nurse scolded him. “You cannot be in here. Leave before you interfere with care.”