Several options ran through his mind but
there was no time to think about it, uncorking the bottle and checking the green liquid inside. He glanced at Iola, her face was pale and streaked with questionable fluids. He took the bottle in his hand and sipped the liquid into his mouth.
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He knelt down beside her and gulped. The slightly minty flavor went down his throat, he blinked and he waited for the effects.
Timothy couldn't help it—he still couldn't help but trust other people.
Even if it was just a young kid.
But he soon deciphered the taste and made out the ingredients, its colors and flavor was different due to some varying component here and there but it was still the same.
At least he hoped he got it right.
