#Chapter 148: Teatments

[Evelyn’s POV] Cold. That was the only thing I could process. I was cold. Freezing...Hollow. I felt as though I were a porcelain vase that suffered a deep, shattering crack in the base, causing me to lose everything I had inside. I was drained. Weak. Worst of all I kept slipping in and out of consciousness. It had become a vicious cycle. I’d wake up breathless and gasping for air that never fully reached my lungs, leaving me dizzy and desperate. Then the pain set in, making me all too aware of the injuries that I sustained. And then when the pain became too much. I’d blackout again. Over and over I was trapped in that ongoing pattern. The only thing that changed was my body’s temperature kept dropping. At one point, I knew my entire body was vibrating from the internal chill of having suffered such severe blood loss. But there was nothing I could do. I wasn’t entirely sure how long I’d been stuck on that table. More so, I couldn't understand why I was still alive.