Allison's POV.

The way she was holding that syringe, the way she kept glancing at me with a forced smile, made my stomach churn.

I squinted at the syringe she held up, and my heart sank. I recognized the type of syringe and its contents. It was a syringe filled with a potent poison known as ‘Cyanide-30.’ My breath quickened.

“Please, just relax,” the nurse continued, her voice still sweet and calm. “This will help you feel better.”

I was weak from the earlier medication and my injuries, but I knew I had to act. With as much strength as I could muster, I tried to push the trolley away....