C39 Poison

Eleanor's POV

I opened my eyes, I was immediately greeted by the pang of a sore throat. The act of breathing, even swallowing, had become a challenge as the discomfort persisted. Sighing deeply, I shut my eyes tightly, hoping for a brief respite from the discomfort.

After a period of rest, I summoned the strength to rise from the floor where I had spent a restless night