CHAPTER 112
Doctors in surgical attire surrounded her. The girl's eyes were closed on the bed, wearing a gown. Her head was shaved hairless. And hands worked on opening her scalp in half. She could see the girl was still breathing as she noticed the rise and fall of her chest.
But Melisca wasn't breathing anymore. She forgot until her chest constricted, begging for air.
The screen showed her the brain of the girl being examined. She quickly exited it out; she couldn't take it anymore. Her stomach churned, and bile wanted to rise to her throat. She couldn't risk her laptop lying around with the display on her monitor. So, she had to bear what she saw.
She's just a child. Witch or not. She's just a freaking child!
She sat down the laptop on the bed beside her and huddled her knees close to her chest. Her elbows were propped on top of her knees as her hands were on the sides of her head. She couldn't shut her eyes. It would only bring back what she'd seen on the footage.
