So she crawled to the vanity table where another vial of medicine was. Zavian had promised to have the doctor look at her again when the coughs started earlier in the day during the reception, and also when she had claimed she was so tired and wanted to sleep.
She reached the table and pulled herself up. She reached for the vial, and again, chugged down the entire content in her throat.
When she raised her head, she saw a face that wasn't hers in the mirror.
This time, she didn't shriek and back away. This time, she stared back at the image.
"You are back. What are you?" Neera asked. "What do you want?"
A fit of cough seized her body, and it burned at her chest. Neera held the table with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, willing herself to stay upright in front of the entity before her.
When Neera removed the hand covering her mouth, she saw splotches of bloodstains on her palm.
