Darrien.
Holy shit.
What do I do?
He is not breathing anymore.
I watch him get paler and I don't know what to do. I need to call Eligio back. I need his help. If Jabi dies, I will never forgive myself. I am a fucking healer and I don't know what to do. How do I heal him when I don't even know what is wrong with him.
Shit.
I carry him off the cold floor and take him into the living room. Carefully, I place him on the couch.
''Think Darrien,'' I talk to myself. I don't know what to do. I don't know how to bring him back. ''Shit,'' I stand up and start to pace around the living room. I grab the landline from the table and redial El. He answers at once ''Something is wrong El, he is not alive.'' I cry into the phone.
''Jabi?''
''Yes.''
