Stop Telling Me That

It has been a week now since the attacks began and everything had been going on fine. Lance and the others have been able to safeguard the borders from their terrace and we have been in peace at least that's what we thought.

I have been deteriorating. Dorcas had said as far as I took the drugs I was fine but, I have been taking it and yet nothing. Instead of it working, it seemed to have chosen the other day around.

"I am fine Lance, stop hovering over me" I snarled at Lance who had been fidgeting around as if I was close to me my grave. Maybe I was.

"Stop telling me that, Harley, must you be stubborn all the time?" he reeled and averted his gaze.

This morning seemed very drastic. I had woken up with my entire body quivering. I couldn't make it out of bed. It looked as if my entitled limbs were paralyzed.

"Dorcas would soon be here."He informed me as my body kept shivering "I wonder what is still keeping her"

Just as he was talking the door opened and Dorcas walked in with Grey