Healing Ewan

Athena heaved in and out roughly, wiping the beads of sweat off her forehead as she relaxed into the black cushion that sagged against the whitewashed wall of the closed room with no windows.

Despite the cold ravaging outside, it was null and void in the apartment where Athena ran her personal laboratory and treatments. The room was coated with soundproof material and insulated with aluminum, keeping the cold at bay.

The only source of ventilation was provided by the air conditioner stationed in the upper left section of the room, but at the moment, it was turned off because of Ewan.

Athena breathed in deeply, needing to center her sweating self while checking out the fruits of her uninterrupted labor over the past few hours. Aiden had only knocked when he wanted to give her food, snacks, and cans of water since the one here had been finished on the medicine she had concocted for Ewan.