CHAPTER 162: She Would Not Stop, Would She?

It had been almost hours since he was woken up because his sister was convulsing. Fin found out it was only three o'clock in the morning. They were tired from cleaning and brewing, so they might have fallen asleep around ten o'clock last night. 

During the hours of closely observing and taking care of her. Fin was nowhere tired; his sleepiness completely faded as he was continuously wiping her limbs and face and fanning her with cardboard.

The period of her convulsing keeps on lessening each time she would intake the potion he was making her drink. The number of potions was almost running out so, Fin looked for another potion that had a similar scent to it.

He was ready to take care of her even if it would take the entire mornight.

He was pacing back in forth between the kitchen and the laboratory. He rummaged through the satchel bag and took all of the potions that he could use to keep her sleeping soundly.