The Overlord's Poison

The cold breeze of midnight blew all around the streets. The strong winds were ushering the coming of winter, and the leaf-less trees didn't have any means to rustle and cheer for them. Inside a hospital room sat a woman with a full belly. She was supposed to be at home, tending to herself; but she couldn't help but worry about her husband.

Nick was already bound to the bed. He had run amok earlier, and his body was only being controlled through delicate doses of morphine. Everyone afflicted by this disease was receiving the same treatment, but only a few were allowed to get close to the patients.

With that being said, Heather was a rather lucky one. She was not supposed to be allowed to get close, but sedating a pregnant woman might bring more trouble. The wife almost thrashed around in insistence as well, after all. As long as Heather would only sit down and watch her husband from a safe distance, the wife could stay with her husband.