The Unstoppable Dragon Marshal

61. A Bitter Choice

Elijah sat beside Sophia's bed, his eyes scanning her pale, motionless form.

He had been monitoring her progress for days, confident that her fractures were healing and that his herbal treatments were working.

But now, her condition had taken a sudden turn for the worse. Her breathing was shallow, her skin clammy, and the bruises around her injuries had deepened.

"Come on, Sophia," Elijah muttered, running his fingers through her hair.

"You were getting better. What’s happening to you?"

He tightened his jaw, feeling the weight of frustration and helplessness pressing down on him.

His attention had been divided, focused on both taking down the Winters and avenging her accident, but now it seemed like his own distractions were costing her recovery.

Doug knocked softly on the door before stepping inside.

"Marshal," he said quietly, "any change?"

Elijah shook his head, his expression dark. "She's worse, Doug. I thought the treatments were working, but now... something's wrong."

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