Mrs. Harriet quickly rushed into the room and found Tara lying on the cold floor. Shock instantly filled her face as she hurried toward her and squatted down in front of her.
"Oh my, young miss, why are you on the floor? Get up," she said worriedly as she gently held Tara's arm and helped her to stand. Slowly, they walked toward the bed and sat down carefully.
"Young miss, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Harriet asked anxiously.
Tara sighed tiredly before shaking her head. "I don't know. I thought I was fine a few minutes ago since I hadn't experienced any symptoms for hours, but when I was talking to Cain they suddenly came back again, and this time they were a little more aggressive," she said thoughtfully.
"Oh my, young miss, you really need to go to the hospital for your own good," Mrs. Harriet said seriously.
"Mmh, I think you're right," Tara replied softly.
Harriet nodded in agreement and continued looking at Tara with concern.
