I drew in a deep breath and stepped through the door of the private hospital ward, trying to subdue the churning in my stomach from the overpowering smell of disinfectant.
The room Aiden had secured for Elisa was one of the best rooms in the hospital, fitted out with top notch equipment.
Elisa lay on the bed, pale and frail. I felt a twinge of guilt as I looked at her arm encased in cast, the bruises of all shapes and colors on her body. I was hit with a sense of deja vu upon seeing Aiden perched on the edge of her bed, holding onto her hand, his face a picture of concern and love.
I swallowed painfully and stood hesitantly just by the door, unsure of my welcome here. A part of me wanted to turn right around and walk out of here, but I knew I had to stay.
Aiden turned to me, his expre
