Chapter 175
I approached the bed cautiously, my heart filled with a sense of dread. As I examined the minister, I could see that Armand's assessment was accurate. He was fading fast.
"Alayna," Armand said, his voice hoarse. "Thank you for coming. But I don't know what to do. He's getting worse so fast."
I tap his shoulder in reassurance, "Let's hope things will be okay, Mr. Armand.'
Then I turned to Dr. Evans. "What do you think?" I asked, my voice low.
Dr. Evans examined the minister, her brow furrowed in concentration. "He's not responding to treatment," she said, her voice grave. "His vitals are dropping rapidly. We're running out of time."
I knew what I had to do. "We have to try the antidote," I said, my voice firm. "It's his only chance."
Dr. Evans hesitated, his eyes filled with fear. "But what if it doesn't work?" he asked, his voice trembling. "What if it makes things worse? We haven't done with the test."
