The Ritual Of Rebirth

"What happened to him?!" Monica asked, crouching beside the bed River was lying on to gently caress his face with trembling fingers.

"The Bell of Agony," Damien muttered with narrowed eyes, staring ahead as his mind ran at a speed of a millisecond per mile.

"What? How?" Monica weakly asked as he fell on her bottom in despair, her face heavily soaked with tears.

"No, no, I can't lose you too." Monica sobbed loudly while holding onto River's cold hands.

"I can't be doing this now." Monica scolded herself, wiping her tears hastily with her palm as she stood on her feet to face Damien with a determined expression on her now-red face.

"What is to be done?" Monica asked, looking at Damien with her expressive dark orbs. Damien turned his head to look at her with a grim frown on his face.

"Wait. We will wait." Damien calmly said.

"Wait?" Monica softly asked, confusion laced in her words and on her face.