Ava sat in the hospital waiting room, staring down at her hands. Her hands covered in dried, cracked blood. Damian's blood. Her fingers trembled violently as she continued to stare at the blood, her breaths were shallow and uneven as her mindwas trying all it could to process the sudden situation that had taken her by complete shock and left her in a state of shocked numbness. It wasn't a good feeling
A nurse rushed past her into the double doors leading to the operating theater. The smell of antiseptic, the sharp glare of fluorescent lights, the metallic taste of panic in her mouth and everything seemed to crash into her at once. She pressed her palms to her knees, trying to steady herself, but another wave of nausea rolled through her.
