Fifty-Three: How To Save A Life.

ELIANA.

I burst through the door, out of breath and with my eyes searching for Blake. Finally, I saw him. He was a lot weaker while he laid on the hospital bed, clenching around a pillow.

“Blake?” I called.

“What is wrong?” Denver immediately stood up once he saw me. I faced him with a grim stare. “I think I know how to save him” I muttered. Nana was closer to him at that point and her hands brushed against his forehead. “He’s heating up” She whispered.

When I threw a look back at him, Blake was shivering too, and he was non-verbal. “You were saying of a way to help him?” Denver’s hand fell to my shoulders and I swallowed a hard lump down my throat.

Of course, I wasn’t a hundred percent certain but I couldn’t just sit there and watch Blake die. He had about a few hours at least. Color had drained out of his face, even his lips and fingertips were purple. His skin was pale and his pupils were deserted. Once he heard the word ‘help’, he managed to open his eyes and I could see the de