The nanny stared at Hazel with worry. She had just wiped her face clean with the wet cloth but it was so pale that it looked like the girl did not have an ounce of blood in her body.
Her marks had healed yet she did not open her eyes for once.
She saw the strange physician concocting another medicine with a humming song and sighed.
The man walked closer and forced the medicine in the throat of hazel. It was a difficult task since she made no effort to drink it.
But as soon as medicine went in, her face started to turn rosy again. She looked better after a few minutes and her complexion improved.
"How much time would it take for her to wake up?" she asked the young man who raised his head and then shook it.
"No one knew that! She could not wake up without the antidote. We have to think about who had given her the potion." he said with a sigh as he sat beside the worried old lady and patted her shoulders.
