Dylan’s POV
Devin looked to be a dangerous sport, reminding me of his warning before any of this happened.
I walked back into the room, staring at Muna’s face, pale from her loss of blood and death stretching after her.
“What’s happening?” I asked the doctor as I walked to her bedside, dragging a chair with me.
“She’ll survive,” he said, pushing back his glasses to his nose with the back of his palm.
I looked around to find out he had prepared other things to give to her in her state. Some looked emptied.
“I don’t want survival. I want her to live.”
“That depends on her will,” he said, rubbing his hands together. He blew into it.
I sighed as I held onto her hand, fondling it. It felt cold to the touch, but it was more than enough for me.
“I’m sorry. I did things I shouldn’t have
