Chapter 119 Aylas Story

• Monica’s POV
• I sit next to Ayla’s bed, watching her small chest rise and fall under the thin hospital blanket. Her face is pale and her cheeks is thin. She looks far too tired for someone her age. The fluorescent light overhead makes her look even weaker, casting shadows on her face that I wish I could erase.
• The room smells like cleaning chemicals. The steady beeping of the heart monitor fills the silence. Normally, that sound would comfort me. It should mean she’s stable but all it does is remind me how fragile she is right now.