I made my decision and approached the werewolf doctor. "I'm Dr. Watts' apprentice," I said, my voice steady. "Let me treat this man for now. I may be able to save his leg from amputation. Please, have everyone leave the room." The doctor's expression shifted when he heard Dr. Watts' name. He gave a quick nod, signaling for the nurses to step outside without another word. I thanked him quietly, then turned to Yura. "Yura," I said, keeping my voice low, "Timothy's condition is serious, but it's not beyond hope. If we can get Hughie to treat him, his leg will be fine. For now, I'll start some preliminary treatment. I need your help." Yura's eyes lit up. Hope surged through her. She gripped my arm, her voice trembling. "That's right! When you fell off the cliff, it was Dr. Watts who healed you. Rosaline, thank you! Please, save Timothy!" I nodded firmly. "I'll do everything I can." Yura stepped aside, and I knelt by the stretcher. Timothy's leg was already bandaged, but the skin around it was bruised in dark shades, almost sickening to look at. The abrasions and cuts had been treated, but the damage was far from healed. I hesitated, thinking back to the method I'd used to treat Mr. Richard. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the witch's stone. With careful hands, I removed the outer bandages and placed the spiritual stone on his leg. I began to chant, my voice barely more than a whisper. The stone glowed at once, a soft light spreading. Timothy's swollen leg slowly started to ease, and I watched as the blood, once sluggish, began to flow again beneath the bruised skin. Yura stood a few feet away, tense, with her hands clenched. Her gaze never left Timothy, worry etched deep into her features. The stone's magic stirred discomfort in Timothy, but that was necessary to get his blood flowing through his body. He grunted softly, his brow knitting in pain. "Ugh ... " "Timothy!" Yura gasped, tightening her grip on his hand. "Are you waking up?" But Timothy remained unresponsive. "Yura, he won't wake up right away," I said quietly, continuing my chant.The glow from the stone spread over his entire leg, even where it had been shattered. Yura's expression twisted with agony, her face a mask of fear and helplessness. It was as if she were suffering more than Timothy. "Yu, don't worry. Trust Rosalie. Your boyfriend will be fine," Ryan's voice was calm and reassuring as he stepped beside her. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Thirty minutes passed, and my chant ended. The stone's light faded, leaving behind a subtle glow. Timothy's leg, once dark with bruises, had lightened. The swelling remained, but had lessened considerably. I carefully put the witch's stone away just as the doctors and nurses returned. They froze in place, eyes wide at the change they saw. I let out a breath, relieved. As long as blood continued to flow, amputation was no longer a threat. "He's stable for now," I said, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "We need to get Timothy to the hospital as quickly as possible." ... Even with the ambulance, the mountain roads were a nightmare—rough, uneven, and scattered with debris from the earthquake. The vehicle crawled, bouncing over rocks and branches. Four long hours later, we finally emerged from the mountains and reached the nearest town's hospital. The earthquake had left its mark, and the hospital was packed. The air was thick with the sounds of distress—moans, cries, frantic voices. I could feel the weight of the place, the heaviness of suffering. My heart tightened at the sight of so much pain. The doctors quickly found a quiet room for Timothy. They immediately began their assessment. Yura sat nearby, her forehead pressed into her palm, her anxiety radiating from her. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor turned to me. His tone was grim. "The patient was buried under the rubble for too long. It's a miracle he's alive. His leg is crushed, and the muscles and nerves are badly damaged. If Dr. Watts doesn't treat him soon ... " I cut him off, my voice sharp. "It's not as bad as it seems. Use the best you have. I'll handle the rest." The doctor nodded in agreement. "Understood, Ms. Sinclair." He turned and left, his footsteps echoing down the hall.Once the door shut, Yura's eyes were swollen with unshed tears. The tension in her shoulders was unbearable. Ryan stepped closer, his voice calm but firm. "Yu, you need to stay calm. Rosie's already treated him. His leg's stabilized. Once Dr. Watts gets here, everything will be fine." "I'm calling Hughie now," I said, pulling out my phone. I dialed his number. "Hey, Hughie?" "Rosaline? What's up?" he answered, his voice crackling through the phone. "Hughie, I need you. Yura's boyfriend is in serious condition. Can you come help us?" There was a brief pause before he replied, "Oh, the girl who risked everything to save you. Yeah, I remember her." I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "That's him. Can you come?" Hughie hesitated. "Alright, where are you?" "Yerkshire." I exhaled in relief. But the moment I said it, his voice turned cold. "Rosaline, I'm sorry, but I don't want to go to Yerkshire. I don't think I can help you."