It turned out that something had gone wrong during the ritual. According to Pali, either Martha's body was rejecting the transition, or something had gone wrong during the ritual itself. He stood by the window, his chest heaving with deep, frustrated breaths as he looked down at his trembling hands, his instinct growling in low, helpless failure.
Faye's blood was what was keeping her alive. When Faye gave her blood, Martha regained consciousness, but she was still weaker than before.
Martha's time was now even shorter than it had been before the ritual. Every second that ticked by felt like a physical weight crushing down on them, the thick silence in the living room making their lungs tighten.
She could die at any moment.
"I'm really sorry... I just wanted you to get better, not make you worse," Dre said to her dying wife. Her smooth, arrogant voice completely cracked, her chest rising and falling in fast, shaky waves as she squeezed her eyes shut to hold back the pain.
