Gideon’s POV
The hospital faintly smelled of Iron and antiseptic herbs, a scent that was a symbol of this place, it won’t go even if there were flowers in the vases everywhere. I never liked this smell, it was of weakness and also healing which was too slow.
I looked around the other patients and their air was filled with suffering.
As I pushed open the heavy door to Raven’s room, the sound of hushed breathing greeted me. My gaze fell immediately on her.
There she laid on the bed, her body was covered with a blanket, I was able to see her head, her chest was slowly rising and falling and her breathing was shallow. Her hair which was once full of life now laid across the pillow like spilled ink, dull and limp.
The sight made me feel like a punch in the gut, just like the first time I
