Chapter 84 Dawn's Fragile Relief 1
As they got to his room, Lysandar rushed to the kitchen to some hot water and a towel to help massage his body while Adam gave him some painkillers and helped him take off his shirt.
As Lysandar hurried to the kitchen, she flicked the kettle on, the metal clinking against the stove's cold surface. The sound echoed in the quiet apartment, where every second seemed to elongate, a testament to the tension in the air. His mind raced with worries for Ego's well-being.
Meanwhile, Adam rummaged through the first aid kit, his hands skimming past bandages and ointments until he found the small vial containing the crimson crystals. With practiced ease, he unscrewed the cap, revealing the deep red crystals, each etched with a distinct 'P' at their center. He popped two into Ego's palm.
"These will help. They're strong," Adam said, his voice steady despite the worry etched into his features.