[Reya]

(Meanwhile, in the Sanctuary Infirmary)

I was standing over Phreya’s bed, adjusting the damp cloth on her forehead, when the monitor spiked violently.

Beep. Beep. Beep-beep-beep!

Phreya’s body suddenly arched off the bed, her hands clutching at the air in a terrifying, silent convulsion. Her throat worked in dry, agonizing gasps, her eyelids fluttering frantically as if she were drowning in her own mind.

"Phreya!" I cried, grabbing her shoulders to steady her frame. "Alaric! Get in ...