As I look at Clair with helplessness, she blinks her eyes in assurance.

She walks over to the table and pulls out a syringe from her kit before approaching us and giving Alice a shot in her arm.

After a few seconds only, she falls unconscious in my arms.

“I’m sorry. I have no choice because she wasn’t letting me touch her. It was necessary to make her unconscious for her treatment.” Clair clarifies, and I just stare at Alice, dejected.

“I can understand. You just give her the best ...