Returning back to where Vivian laid asleep in the bed, Leonard removed the wet cloth and turned it around which was colder compared the other surface that had been lying on her warm forehead. He internally sighed when the temperature had considerably reduced than the previous time he had noticed.
Taking the cloth and keeping on the side table, he sat on the bed holding one hand of Vivian. Running his finger across the back of her fingers gently he pondered over what Sister Isabelle had told him.
Her body had rejected the venom he had tried diffusing into her body, fighting it out and nullifying the effect. If he hadn't asked for Sister Isabelle's thought, he would have considered that it was her ability to heal that was not accepting the change. He had been worried after the process of biting her to only see her unconscious and with a fever.
