Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 200

200-Broken Trust

“Enya! What do we do now?” Lazlo was just standing by the side and not helping at all. I get it. He was panicking, but we needed to rush to get him help.

“Okay! Wait!” I took a deep breath in and forced Zander out of the bed to sit him down on the floor. “Christina has his medicines,” I uttered, snapping my fingers and getting up to sprint back to the room to get the small bag with his medicines inside.

“Hurry up! Enya, hurry up!” I was talking to myself hesitantly while looking for the bag. Once I got my hands on it, I went back to the room and sat down to open it.

“Th–is!” He faintly pointed at the bottle containing some mixture. So she was injecting this into his body. I saw the torn tag on the bottle before I could have even filled it in the injection.

“Are you sure she gives you this?” I just lost it. I asked him, my breathing slowing down while holding the bottle as he nodded.

“Enya! Just inject it in him,” Lazlo yelled out of desperation. Zander was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. But I would not inject this thing into him.

“It is poison!” I finally snapped at Lazlo for forcing me to do. He stepped back and met the wall while Zander started coughing some more blood.

“W-hat?” Lazlo wasn’t even loud anymore. His body seemed to have forgotten to react to the announcement.

“Zander!” I shoved the medicine back in the bag and made Zander straighten his back. I cupped his face in his hands and made him listen to me.

“You are fine, okay?” I said, using the heat from my hands to warm up his cold body. He was fighting to free his face to fight for air, but I wasn’t letting him go.

It wasn’t easy, but I needed to help him with my magic.

“Zander! Look me in the eye,” I requested, and I noticed his body forcing him to obey me. The moment he stared me in the eye, I felt a tear run down my palms.

“Breathe!” I whispered, closing my eyes and trying whatever I could to comfort him for now. If only he survives this moment, I can tell him to not take any medicines from his sister again.

That’s when his body calmed down.

“Slow breath first!” I said, and he repeated it after me. I found him tearing up and letting out a miserable whimper before he held in the pain and focused on feeling better.

Soon, I had calmed him down.

“Thank you,” he uttered as he rested his head back and let the tears fall freely down his cheeks.

“Why is your sister feeding you poison?” Lazlo, who had been waiting for him to calm down, jumped on him for answers.

“She is not,” Zander said, changing his tone when he reached for the bag and shoved the medicine inside again.