"Young master, Dr. Kent has arrived." The housekeeper's voice came from outside the door. Joshua Hughes pulled the door open and let the doctor in.
After a basic examination, he took a syringe from the medical kit. Joshua watched as the doctor lightly patted Avery Jane's arm, then pushed the needle into the slender vein on her wrist. The clear liquid followed the slow pressure on the plunger, seeping into her bloodstream.
Gradually, Avery's eyes closed. Her whole face was as pale as if she were about to fade away, her long lashes casting shadows in her eye sockets that made her look even more heartbreaking. Her lips were almost translucent.
"How is she?" The hoarse voice was steeped in pain, dragging itself out from his chest.
