REID
I walk inside the private room that a nurse shows me to, and my heart beats painfully at the sight that awaits me.
Riya is lying so still. Her face is pale; her lips are dry, and her stance is almost lifeless.
Horror engulfs me as I watch her. She is everything to me. The possibility of losing her makes me so wretchedly numb.
I hesitantly walk further into the room, and I sink to my knees beside the bed. I smooth the mass of black hair away until her face is entirely exposed. I place my palm on her cheek, my eyes settling on her closed ones. Her soft skin is cool to the touch, and she has marks and bruises all over.
"Will she be okay?" I ask the doctor who is lazily scanning the chart beside her bed.
"She's lost a lot of blood." He gives me a meaningful look. "We're doing ou
