The world was starting to go a bit fuzzy around the edges. Marcie kept her eyes fixed on Tragos' face as she heard a couple of nymphs cry out in alarm at the sight of them.
An ambulance was called. Her private specialist would meet it on arrival. She would be rushed off for tests and possibly surgery.
All she could do right now, as the pain consumed her mind and prevented rational thought, was look up at him, and trust that he was doing the right thing for her. He had to. He loved her.