Liana's POV
Over time, the room had grown extremely quiet. Apart from the machines beeping softly in the background, grounding Serena in the world when she couldn't do it for herself, there was no other sound. I sat on the edge of the chair, holding on to the blanket that covered her still form, the pulse monitor wss beeping slowly beside us like a metronome counting out the seconds of dread. I was scared.
Stanley paced back and front like his movement could chase away the tension in the room. That was his own way of handling stress.
I couldn’t stop staring at her face. It was swollen and broken. Familiar but not exactly because the scar disfigured her face. She just laid still calmly breathing like she was fast asleep. But we knew better. That woman right there had just been brutalis
