Taking advantage of Nevaeh's moment of focus, Elizabeth stepped forward and quickly pulled out a silver needle. "I can't just stand by and watch you harm someone right in front of me."
As the silver needle was yanked away, the blond man, who had just started breathing steadily, suddenly began gasping again, his chest rising and falling in desperate, shallow breaths.
It looked like he might stop breathing at any second.
Nevaeh's expression darkened.
She shoved Elizabeth aside, snatched the needle from her hand, and stabbed it into Elizabeth's throat with precision.
Elizabeth immediately lost her voice. It felt like fire was burning inside her throat, and she writhed in pain.
"You talk too much, you should try talking less," Nevaeh warned coldly.
Elizabeth stumbled back, her eyes flickering with fear.
Being silenced twice in such a short time, she realized Nevaeh's medical skills were far beyond her own.
And honestly, it was terrifying.
