#Chapter 215: Do Not Resuscitate

Ella’s POV The world tilted around me. If it hadn’t been for Alexander suddenly catching me, I would have crashed to the floor. But I hardly felt his arms around me, hardly noticed his warmth pressing against me, holding me steady. Liam was dying. He was finally losing the battle against this godforsaken curse. And we had no fucking idea where those artifacts were. “You can’t… You can’t sign it!” I breathed when I was finally able to form words, although they came out choked and strained, more like a wheeze than actual sentences. “Please, you can’t sign it—they have to resuscitate him!” When I looked up at Alexander, his jaw was tight. I knew that look. I knew it all too damn well. It was the look he had whenever he was being too fucking practical. “The doctor said he has a week, maybe even less,” he said quietly. “Do you really think we can break the curse in that time? Or will we just make him needlessly suffer during his final moments?” I di