LEILA POV:
"Luna," Doctor Harry said gently, concern etched into his features as he stood by my bedside during his morning rounds. "It's been almost three weeks. I can't continue to give you these medicines that are making you sick, or you will be really unwell. I'm sorry, but it seems like whatever you wanted to accomplish isn't working."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, shock reverberating through me. The realization that my plan might be failing sent a wave of panic washing over me. How was I supposed to proceed without Doctor Harry's help? His support had been my lifeline, and without him, I felt utterly lost, adrift in uncertainty.
