Fifty Four.

Elsa

I open my eyes to find purple ones staring back at me. Her blonde hair was tied back from her face.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Rosa. I am responsible for helping you heal. How are you feeling?”

“A little better.”

“You are healing quite nicely. Few more days and you will be back to your usual self.”

She turns to leave. Grabbing a wicker basket from the bedside table.

“You’re the apothecarist?”

“I am many things, Elsa. But if that is the term you feel most comfortable using, then that is what you can call me.”

“Thank you.” I mutter, sitting up in the bed.

“You are most welcome.” She smiles back at me. “I have left a potion on the side. Your scent is strong.”

I grab it without hesitation and toss the purple liquid back my throat. You would think I would be used to it by now.

I remember Rex saying something about me not asking about it. But the reason I didn’t ask is because it was working, it was hiding me from Nate and Finn.

Rosa smiles at me again, bobbing her head before leaving