Elisabeth's POV
The next morning brought the devastating news that Jefferson had slipped into unconsciousness. When I found out, every instinct screamed at me to rush him to the nearest hospital, to demand the best medical care money could buy.
"Please, Gordon," I had pleaded, my voice breaking as I gripped his arm. "Let me take him somewhere with real equipment, real doctors who can help him."
But Gordon's expression remained stone-cold, his decision absolute. "This isn't a matter for human medicine, Elisabeth. Pack healers understand his condition better than any hospital ever could. Jefferson stays here."
I'd argued until my throat was raw, but nothing I said could sway him. In the end, I was left feeling completely helpless, like I was drowning in my own desperation.
