Chapter 280: When Memory Draws Blood
He quickly gathered the bottles, doing his mixture rapidly so he could administer them to her immediately.
But then he turned, and the sight he saw made him drop the small bowl with the mixtures in shock. It clattered to the ground with a soft sound, but Lysander didn't care.
Sophia had her hand in her hair, pulling at it violently. She twisted it with rage and yanked it hard, multiple times.
Lysander walked over the wet floor, urgency in his steps as he tried to stop her from hurting herself.
"Sophia," he called out softly, but she wasn't listening. She couldn't even hear him at that point.
"Sophia, stop!" he said. "Stop, you are hurting yourself!"
She wasn't hearing him. Her eyes were open, yes, but she couldn't see him. She wasn't in the medical facility with him after all. Her face was twisted in terror and pain.
"No… no, please—don't—" she cried as she pulled at her hair again.
