[Don't bother. She won't last much longer outside this room...]
The system said to Nolan almost as of it could predict the future.
While he didn't understand why the it said that, he didn't think it was the good time to begin his questioning.
"What else can I do to save her?" He asked, voicing the most important question.
He was starting to notice that Luna's heaving chest was beginning to slow down, but it wasn't a sign that things were improving.
Frost was forming on every inch of the bed sheets, and puffs of white mist were escaping from Luna's nose with every breath.
The lowered breathing was a sign of the situation getting worse!
[I don't know,]
The system replied, almost indifferently, before quieting down.
Nolan was left with the unnaturally cold body on the bed.
'I got this. I got this.'
He muttered to himself, regulating his own rising breaths and calming down his rapidly pumping heart
