Sebastian brought me into his arms and rushed with me inside the hospital. He went into the closest empty room he could find and put me down on the bed.
"She's gonna be okay right?" Cloey worriedly questioned.
Sebastian took a syringe from one of the drawers in the cupboard by the side of the room and poured a vial of clear liquid into it before diluting it with water.
He rubbed my left arm with a ball of cotton soaked in alcohol, "She'll be fine."
"Is this antivenom?" Dylan questioned while holding up one of the vials.
Sebastian looked back at him, "Please put that down, it's very expensive." Dylan scoffed and continued to mess around with the vials of liquid medication.
Sebastian sighed and shook his head, "He never listens to me."
"How much does this cost?" I asked out of curiosity.
Sebastian looked up into the ceiling and hummed, "Each vial at this hospital costs around US$14000."