Rohan had expected to come in and find his wife in a haggard state after everything she had gone through, the exhaustion of releasing a life she had carried inside her for months. But he had not expected what he was met with.
His steps faltered as he slowly walked forward, his eyes taking in the sight of his wife lying on the bed. She was breathing, and her heart was beating, but every inch of her skin was flushed red, as though hidden flames were burning beneath the surface, scorching her from within. Her skin shifted from an angry red to patches of scorched black, flickering like fire, but she made no sound. She lay there in complete silence, seemingly asleep.
Until now, he had only glimpsed these scorched black marks in scattered patches on her body, but this time, they were spreading, nearly consuming every part of her skin he could see.
