KILLIAN.
My fingers could not stop trembling.
I had become restless as I paced the floor of the mini lounge that led to my room. Kelvin stood with his back against the wall and watched the door to the main room. Kayla was in there with the doctor and some nurses. They were trying to bring her back to us.
The rhythm of my heartbeat had become foreign to me because I could not understand what it played. My entire soul was troubled; disturbed. I did not know whether my mate was going to survive or not. The only thing I could do was wait and hope for a positive outcome.
My breathing had become heavy. My heart was aching with every breath. A migraine had formed at the spot that had my injury and I did not think I could keep pacing because even my energy had been drained but I refused to sto
