Thirty One

RYLEE

"He's asleep now. Andrea totally saved his life. She knew exactly what to do. Apparently, she knows a lot about poisons and their antidotes" Jonathan said to my husband and I. We were in one of the rooms in the infirmary.

"Where is she?" Vincent asked.

"She told me she was going out for a walk. She said she needed to clear her head," Jonathan said, folding his arms across his chest.

My gaze rested on Jared who was lying on the bed, his eyes closed. His brown hair messily covered his brows and dipped over his closed eyelids. His face was pale but he appeared relaxed.

Vincent sighed and lowered himself onto a chair. He clenched his fists and heaved a deep breath.

"To think that I would have lost him..." His voice trailed off and I placed a hand on his shoulder.

There was so much pressure on him, I knew. With Zeke in a comatose state and Jared having a close brush with death, the pressure was bigger than ever.

"We will get through this" Jonathan commented and Vincent