Third person's POV
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung thick in the air. The hum of machines, the muffled chatter of nurses, and the steady beeping down the hall were the only sounds that dared to exist in the suffocating silence of the hospital corridor.
Liora sat hunched on the cold plastic chair outside the emergency room, her hands trembling in her lap. The clock above the door ticked with cruel patience, every second stretching into eternity. Her grandfather was inside, fighting for his life.
Her body ached from exhaustion and her heart throbbed in rhythm with her pulse. She had driven through the city half-blind with tears, and now that she was her, now that she could do nothing, her fear finally settled in her bones.
A shadow shifted beside her. Rowan had been there a
