Venom's POV

I was back from work when I heard that Maya was unwell again, the constant issue was driving me crazy already.

Elora came through and she was preparing something in the kitchen already. I was at the bed in which Maya laid. "How are you doing?" I asked her. She looked quite pale and weak.

"I'm fine. I just can't move. That's all." She tried to play it off but I knew something was far worse going on with her. At least, so it seemed.

We waited a bit for Elora to come through and when she didn't, I went to go meet her in the kitchen.

"How...