Wes stood by the window, peering through the sterile glass of Dawn’s hospital room. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor provided the only hope in his heart, subtly affirming Dawn’s fragile hold on life.
Con couldn’t feel Ruby and was going ape sh*t in his mind, giving him the start of a voracious headache. The doctor had taken blood from her, and it had now been an hour with no results yet.
Her pale skin seemed almost translucent under the harsh fluorescent lights, a sharp contrast to her slightly sun-kissed skin. With her dark hair, she looked absolutely lifeless.
“Come on, my Angel. Open those beautiful blue eyes,” he whispered as he watched her. He hated that he couldn’t be in the room with her. They did not know what was used on her, so they weren’t certain if any outside
