CHAPTER 28 Each Question leads to more questions.

Elodia slowly and painfully stumbled to Victoria's bedside, her legs feeling like lead as she sank into a chair. "Vic….Victori…Vicky," she stammered, her voice thick with tears unable to form a proper word. "How did this happen?" Wulvric stood by the door, watching them carefully. The beeping of the machines seemed to echo in the silence of the room, a steady, merciless drumbeat that underscored the gravity of the situation. Victoria's usual pink lips are now cracked and adhered, she looks more dead than comatose. But then, something impossible happened. As Elodia's tears fell on Victoria's, her hand twitched, her fingers curling weakly. Elodia gasped, hope flaring inside her like a candle in the dark dungeon. Elodia leaned forward, hope blossoming in her chest as she gripped Victoria's hand tightly in her own. "Victoria," she said, her voice trembling. "Can you hear me? "Please, Victoria, wake up." There was no reply. Elodia turned to Wulvric, " Wulvric, I felt her twitch, you