Dr. Vivian’s POV The young girl lying on the hospital bed froze completely solid, her entire face draining of all color until she looked as pale as a corpse. Her trembling fingers flew up to clutch at the side of her throat, her knuckles turning white as she gasped for breath. "No... no, no, no," she stammered out, her voice barely higher than a terrified whisper as panic flared wildly in her eyes. "That can't be happening... That is impossible!" I tilted my head, watching her intense emotional breakdown with a keen, analytical eye. "What is it?" I pressed gently, taking a small step closer to the edge of her mattress. "Do you have any idea how or when you were exposed to this kind of dark magic? Do you know who could have poisoned you?" She swallowed hard, her chest heaving up and down in rapid, uneven jerks as she struggled to pull herself together. "I don't know who poisoned me..." she confessed, her voice shaking violently as tears gathered along the rims of her eyelids. "But
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