Darius POV
She looked so pale, sleeping there, machines hooked up to her wrist where the IV was. Her long blonde hair was disheveled and cascaded down her shoulders, all over the pillow, and her blue eyes closed with dark circles beneath them. She was almost ethereal she was that pale and she looked so innocent and vulnerable where she slept. She lay there in a hospital gown, her clothes drenched in blood. Her blood. The hospital had taken them off of her when she was dragged to the hospital by her mother. I tried not to frown and instead look like the kind loving husband that I was meant to be. Damn it. I had hoped she was dead.
My mother was ashen, sitting beside my wife, holding tightly to her hand, tears trickling from her eyes. "I can't believe it" she whispered thickly "I just can
