She promptly fell, the cane clattering to the ground. It rolled away, out of reach. Her door flung open, and Blaise entered again, concern in his eyes. "Rena! I told you the doctor had to give you the okay first." He wrapped his strong arms around her, lifted her up, and placed her back into bed. "Now stay here." Sirena's legs ached. Both felt like swords, sharp and pointed and impossible to walk on. Numbness spread from her toes up to her hair, and she shivered despite feeling as if her body was on fire. "What's happening to me?" she tried to ask, but her words sounded like grunts of pain. "Rena? Are you all right?" Her body vibrated, shaking despite her trying to hold still. "You're … you're…" Confusion filled Blaise's face. Sirena stared at the mirror. A gasp escaped her lips as she watched her mirror self touch her face — her beautiful face, her black hair instead of the gray and white matted mess the hag had.
