Rage

Emilio's POV

The room was quiet. Too quiet. Even the machines that beeped beside Sienna's bed sounded like they were holding their breath. I sat beside her, staring at her pale face, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her hand was wrapped in bandages, and there were fresh bruises along her wrist. My throat burned with something I couldn’t swallow. Guilt. Rage. Something black and cold t