Driven by curiosity, she stepped into Lucius's ward, where he lay fast asleep, and she brought a knife hidden in her shoes.
Taking a deep breath, she approached his bedside, her gaze fixed on his hand.
"I need to find out if I'm right or wrong," she whispered to herself as she brought the blade close to his skin.
Exhaling deeply once more, she lightly dragged the edge of the knife across his hand, and blood began to seep from the cut.
Lilian watched the wound intently, her heart racing as the blood flowed. For a moment, nothing happened; the injury remained, untouched.
With a sigh, she realized she had been mistaken.
She located a tissue nearby, used it to dab away the blood from his hand, and tossed it into the bin.
As she turned to leave, something caught her eye.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked back at his hand, witnessing the skin knitting itself back together, smoothing out as if the cut had never existed.
