Elise couldn't bear to see Ian's closed eyes as it springs up all the bad memories she had tried to overcome for the past week. Her hands were trembling and cold. Her eyes couldn't stop her tears as she wished strongly in his her for Ian's wounds to heal. At times like this, Elise couldn't wish more than having her own power of healing.
"Elise," Satan called her who was in a trance, staring at Ian out of focus. "Elise!" Satan called her again, this time in a louder voice that startled her.
She looked at her grandfather, staring with her eyes slightly widening. Her grandfather sighed and shook his head that scared her. "No, no. I am sure he is alright."
And in time, Ian grunted from his place. His eyebrows tied itself to a knot as he tried to look upward, at Elise who had placed his head on her laps. A smile appeared on his lips then, "I see a lovely angel."
