Chapter 106 Emergency

• The sterile, faintly antiseptic smell of the hospital clung to the air as Amanda sat in the corner of the private room. Her hands trembled, clutching the edge of the chair as she stared at Vicktor’s still form. Tubes and monitors surrounded him, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor her only assurance that he was alive.
• It had been weeks since they had escaped that night at the estate. Weeks since Vicktor had thrown himself into the line of fire to save her. The bullet wounds, the blood, the agonizing wait as he was rushed into surgery—it was a nightmare Amanda couldn’t wake from.
• Now, as the doctor’s words echoed in her mind, her chest felt hollow.