"Veah! Veah!" Menarx desperately called to Neveah who had gone limp in his arms the very moment he had picked her up.
Menarx dashed for his quarters, his eyes wide with panic and terror.
Terror...pure and unadulterated had gripped Menarx's heart from the moment Neveah coughed up blood and it grew more with each passing second.
Menarx could feel the warmth of Neveah's blood seeping through the fabric of his clothing, she was bleeding from all the places she should not have been and though the bleeding was slow, it would not stop.
Neveah was in perfectly good health, she was strong and fit, Menarx knew there was no underlying condition to blame this on, he just could not understand what was happening!
Everon was ahead of him, quickly shoving the door open so Menarx could get in. Menarx hurried over to his bed, laying Neveah down quickly.
He stepped aside, letting Everon take a look while he anxiously watched from the side.
