Samuel's playful expression faded, replaced by a more serious demeanour. He understood the gravity of the situation and knew he couldn't withhold any information. Taking a deep breath, he began to recount the events of the past few days, his voice steady but tinged with concern.
Samuel sighed and leaned against the wall, "Noah hasn't been doing too well," he admitted, his voice tinged with worry. "He's been struggling a lot lately, both physically and emotionally." He paused for a moment, searching for the right words. "I think he needs our support more than ever right now."
"When we washed his stomach, we lost our hopes because we have never treat a vampire before." He shrugged his shoulders and continued, "The scientists also searched for the silver water that made up his body and found this type of water to be effective in weakening vampires."
"What type of water it is?" Elliott questioned. Not believing such cure have been invented.
