Regrets

Zaric POV

She looks so weak and vulnerable, lying deadly still in the hospital bed, connected to the IV, her long hair splayed across the pillow and her body now dressed in a plain white hospital gown. I feel my throat constrict tightly, my concern evident, as Varek sits on the opposite side, holding her hand which now seems almost too delicate, pale, and papery thin. I rub my eyes, perched on th