The Weight of His Blood

Vivienne’s POV

The hospital was cold, though I could hardly tell if the chill came from the air or from the gaping hole inside me. The corridors were quiet, and somewhere down the hall, machines beeped in rhythm with lives hanging by threads, while I wondered if one of those beeps belonged to him.

They had rushed Valentin into the theatre and the last glimpse I had of him was his face, pale under