As Edith lay on the floor, weak and struggling to breathe, Lincoln raced to her side, his heart leaping into his throat. He knelt over her, shaking her gently, his eyes flooded with tears, his face a mask of raw emotion.

"Edith, what happened?" He cried out, his voice choked with worry. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her - she was the world to him. The doctors rushed in, pushing past Lincoln, their white coats gleaming and their stethoscopes glittering in the fluorescent lights as they sprang into action. ‎ Lincoln's eyes scanned the room, searching desperately for any clue as to who had done this to his sister. Suddenly, he locked eyes with you, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Why?" He demanded, his voice full of anger and disgust.

"Why did you do this to my sister?! Why did you poison her?!!"

He could feel the anger roaring through him, hot and fierce, as he stared at you, his fists clenched tight. He wanted to hurt you, to make you feel the pain you had inflicted on his sister. He could feel the heat rising in his face, his vision blurring with pure primal rage.

Lincoln's entire world was crumbling around him, and all he could do was watch in horror as the doctors fought to save Edith's life. He refused to let her die. He refused to let the woman he loves die.