For the next two days, I didn't leave Megan's side. I wiped her brow and helped change her linens and clothes when she was drenched in sweat. I held her hand, whispering words of encouragement as her body convulsed for over an hour each time she got another anti-venom shot.

"Will she be okay?" I asked Nurse Jenkins, my throat raw and scratchy.

"It's too early to say." She squared her shoulders. "Pray she doesn't get sepsis or I don't think even the strongest magic ...