Mercury’s P.O.V
It had been a month since Cheyenne had been stabbed and day after day I had stayed by her side, not once leaving her and just kept watching her and the heart monitor. Then it was there, a slight rise in the flat line. I watched it and then there was another, I clutched Cheyenne’s hand and squeezed, hoping that she would open her eyes for me.
“DOCTOR CLOUD!!” I shouted out and he came running into the room.
“Look! Look at the monitor. It moved, there was a beat.” I said, just as another rise happened in the flat line. Doctor Cloud quickly grabbed his stethoscope and put it to her chest, listening carefully to see if he could hear her heartbeat, he checked her pulse and checked her eyes. There was another raise and another, it was getting bigger each time it raised a
