Take my Hand or Die

"Damnit!" Ailwin shouted out after the twentieth time his tried to transfer energy to Mika and failed.

"This isn't working…" Drakonas stated the obvious as he held his forehead and shook his head.

"You think!" Ailwin snapped frustrated with the whole process.

Drakonas reached out to touch Mikaela forehead. "She can probably last another week before her body will start to deteriorate." He pulled his hand back before she could absorb anymore energy from him.

"What!" Jumped off the bed to grab Mika's hand. "Why would she body start deteriorating?"

"Well, for one, her body has only survived this long on what you have given to her every morning and night, but eventually, that won't be enough. She needs more…." Drakonas explained.

Plus, she used something she shouldn't have used yet. Causing this whole mess!