Chapter 73

RONAN

The constant beep of machines was the only noise in the room. It was a rhythm that I held on to while the world around me seemed to be collapsing.

She was motionless, deathly pale, her face sunk half-way into the cold, stark white of the hospital pillow. Her mouth was dry. Bruises upon her neck set my blood hot each time that I saw them. Cuts upon her cheek. A fading scar upon her temple. An