Devon's POV:
The doctor allowed only me in the room with her. They said that my father would have to wait outside, at least for right now until after the morgue has finished with her. They only are allowing me to go in because of what I said about being her fiancé. I guess they felt sorry for me so they told me I could sit in there with her for a little while.
I stood at the door for a few seconds before I opened it and walked in. She was laying on the operating table with a few IVs still in her arm but not connected to anything. Her tank top was so bloody it was hard to tell what color it was supposed to be. She looked so peaceful, the most that she has ever looked since I've known her. Even at the charity ball, she appeared anxious and worried. Her neck wasn't bandaged yet si
