Jake's heart sank.
Lucien's heart sank as well. They watched as Zephyr's pupils slowly began to dilate.
Jake frantically racked his mind for a way to rush Zephyr to a hospital. Unfortunately, all his skills were combat-type. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, he froze.
"Wait! Healing skill!"
He turned and grabbed Zephyr's shoulder.
"Zephyr, Lucien once said that you have a healing skill! Use it on yourself! Hurry!"
His voice was filled with urgency.
"None of us have a healing skill! You're the only one who has it, so use it on yourself!"
Zephyr heard his voice and blinked.
"Healing skill?"
Seeing the dazed look on his face, Lucien immediately repeated Jake's words, raising his voice to make sure Zephyr heard him.
Zephyr lowered the hand covering his nose. He did remember having a healing skill—the same one he had activated to save Lucien. But would that skill work on his own body?
He closed his eyes and focused.
