Violet's POV
It had been a while now, Lia kept pacing, biting at her nails why she prayed fervently for her sister.
On the other hand Damon leaned against the wall, his gaze occasionally landing on me as I helped the patients around.
Being in my natural habitat just gave me an insatiable itch to help others. There was an old lady in a wheelchair struggling to get by and immediately I saw her, I stood to go help her.
The lady weakly muttered a thank you as a nurse took over then I returned to where Lia and Damon were.
Lia still looked scared out of her mind, trembling her hands clasped as if in prayer, it ached me I couldn't do anything to help, right now all we could do was wait.
“I’ve never seen a display like that before,” Damon muttered behind me.
I turned to him, titling my head
