“Pass me the towels.” The royal healer Mr. Morson drew one of his hands in the direction of Alpha Emerald since he was facing his back, and asked for the towel to clean off the sweat drops forming over Miss Carol's sleeping face. A while ago when she coughed out water, he assumed her retaining her consciousness; but it all turned out to be a false alarm.
Now here everyone was…still standing in the same infirmary room…with hopeful eyes, all darted at Mr. Morton who was doing all sorts of ordeals he could to bring back Carol from her unconscious state straight to the WEREALM.
Finding his hand struck in the mid-air and still not provided with the towel he asked for, Mr. Morton yelled out,
