Apart of himself and Francis, there was another lad present in the room. Francis introduced him as Matthew, his accomplice.

Francis pushed himself closer to the bedside with Matthew, while Edmond rounded over to the opposite site.

Matthew pulled the covers off her body, revealing that she was wearing an oversized bed t-shirt. He then proceeded to raise the hem of her t-shirt up past her breasts.

Edmund was a man who had good self-restrain. But right now it was failing him. He tried hard to stop his gaze from latching onto her supple breasts. And he felt guilty when his groin stirred with arousal. What was wrong with him, he wondered.

He looked away and tried to eliminate those feelings. She's sick. There's poison in her chest. Focus on that.

He then returned his gaze on time to see Francis  push a rather big needle into her chest where the black poison was centred at. It looked like a spider's web. The centre concentrated with pure black under her skin while it spread out in blue-black veins. Once Francis started sucking the poison out with the syringe, they could visibly see how the veins lost their black colour like a reverse flow. He stopped draining once the liquid seeping into the syringe was red, indicating that all the poison had been pulled out. He then finished off by swiping clean the wound after which Matthew pulled her t-shirt back in place.

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