*ALPHA BARRET*

I stood behind as the doctor examined Miceala. Her heartbeat earlier in the morning had reduced again, making the machine beep loudly.

Her hands and feet were cold, her skin...pale, her hair, slowly turning grey.

After what seemed like forever, the doctor removed the stethoscope and gently placed Miceala's hands on the bed.

Yes, I was eager to know the result of his examination, but at the same time, very scared, scared that he may repeat the same thing; her condition is ...