Chapter １１５

Doctor Dobson sprinted into the room and squeezed herself between me and my father. She leaned over the bed and forced open Freya's eyes. Peering over her shoulder, I could see them rolling into the back of her skull.

“What's happening to her? Why is she holding her breath like that?”

Panic swept through me while she did her rapid examination.

“It could be anything, Tristan. She's still in the moon realm. My guess would be, that she's holding her breath because she's underwater, someone’s choking her, or something else along those lines.”

Freya exhaled and began ccoughing gathering all our attention. When she began gargling like she was drowning, I lunged forward, but my father held me back before I could reach her.

“Get the hell off me. She needs my help, she's choking!” I screamed at my father and tried to pull myself away from him.