Foole s Ambition Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground Chapter 2
Her progress at first was slow — painfully slow. I forced in spoonfuls of milk to her as often as I dared, day and night, and looked for even the slightest signs of improvement. I was treading an extremely dangerous path now, trying to force in enough nutrition as fast as was safely possible so that she would have some meager internal body strength to fight the excruciating pains of drug withdrawal. I wasn't even sure that performing this balancing act was even possible. The doctors on those...