Lover and Doubt

Inside the locked bathroom door, Lucille sat in the bathtub, trembling as she watched blood gushing from her wrist.

“It hurts. It hurts. When will the miniature temple come?” she muttered anxiously, her eyes shifting towards the health potion she placed near the tub to aid her recovery later once she couldn't take the pain anymore.

The confusion about her suspicion that Drake might have stolen her chance to summon the miniature temple lingered, intensifying the anxiety and physical pain.

“Time's up!” she exclaimed, feeling foolish.

“I was wrong; the miniature temple is not coming either!”

She stretched her trembling hand to reach the health potion, but unexpectedly knocked it down instead.

“Oh no! No! No!” she panicked.

Lucille immediately got up to pick up the vial, but it was already broken, and its contents spilled all over the bathroom floor.