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Ethan's POV

At last, she was able to lift the spoon, but she couldn't move it from where it was to another direction.

I sat a few steps away from where Lena was trying to lift the spoon trying not to look too worried, but I couldn’t help it. Every time she failed to move the spoon, she became more frustrated. I could feel the weight of her emotions, and it tore at him. She was pushing herself too hard, but how could I tell her to slow down when Adrian’s life was hanging in the balance?

As Lena fought with the spoon, I tried to clench my fist....