"She was poisoned... with the same substance that killed my father." He said, a tear ran down his face while he wrapped his arms around her. "Wake up."
He gently placed two fingers on her wrists to check if he could feel her heartbeat and miraculously he did. It was slow and weak, but there was a beat.
"Boil some waters and add vinegar and mint on there. Prepare a big pot. Hurry." He said to one maid. Then he lifted her head, placing under it two pillows so that she would lie in a more comfortable position.
He caressed her cheek, which was cold and pale. The maid arrived with a pot full of warm water mixed with vinegar and some mint leaves.
John opened the drawer of his nightstand and grabbed a towel. He soaked it in the substance and then dabbed it on her wound from where was coming from black blood.
The lady jolted so he placed his hand on her forehead as he kept her firm while he medicated her.
