"Stella? Stella? Are you awake? Talk to me?" Mrs Wang was next to her instantly. She tried to shake Stella, who obviously was not going to wake up any time soon.
"Calm down, dear, thankfully, we are in the place where we want to be." Mr Wang lifted Stella up and was about to take her into the hospital. Even in her state, she gripped the book hard, not letting go.
"No, Mr Wang, I think we should get back to my lab in the Grand Library." Mr Quill said, pointing toward the grimoire and the hand that grabbed onto it. Where her pale, clear skin had been was now marked with the sign of the Vita Anima itself.
The workers around stared with curiosity at the broken case, the Powell child who had passed out, and the magic that had grown the produce, which had halted. They quickly made their way out.
I don't know what is happening, but I am sure she's okay. The grimoire wouldn't hurt her, right? But still, I am worried. I took her in and promised her a safe place.
