In fact, the opposite had happened. After he started taking the new medicine, both the frequency and duration of his fatigue had actually increased.
It had gone from five minutes to ten, then fifteen. Yet just a moment ago, it had suddenly lasted forty-five minutes.
The old medication wasn't preventative; it could only be taken during an attack to suppress the symptoms.
This meant his recent rapid recoveries might have had nothing to do with the new medicine.
This was what Damien Valerius couldn't understand. What was the reason? Once the warning signs appeared, an attack was almost always irreversible; the virus was guaranteed to flare up.
'What could possibly allow me to recover so completely after the warning signs had already appeared?'
'And Joanna's new medicine—what effect was it actually having?'
In the dark room, the sound of Aurora Sterling's steady breathing reached Damien Valerius's ears, momentarily pulling him from his confusion.
