As Zoey joined them in the treehouse, Natalie relayed the news of Emma's treatment, explaining that they had administered the medicine and that Emma was showing signs of improvement. Relief washed over Zoey's face as she listened, grateful for the update on their friend's condition.
Just then, they noticed Emma stirring, her unconscious murmurs drawing their attention. Lucy moved closer to her, leaning in to listen intently to what Emma was trying to say. With bated breath, they waited, eager to hear any indication of Emma's thoughts or needs.
As Lucy leaned closer, she strained to make out Emma's words, her heart pounding with anticipation. With each whispered syllable, they leaned in closer, hanging on to every sound that escaped Emma's lips.
And then, amidst the hushed murmurs, they heard it, a faint whisper, barely audible but unmistakable in its urgency.
"Help...,"
Emma whispered, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with desperation.
