"You’re awake?" Kendrick’s voice came from beside her. Annabelle turned to look—he was sitting at her bedside, watching her with worry.
"Julissa…"
"She’s fine. They managed to save her."
"Are you lying to me?"
Annabelle clearly remembered—the doctor had shaken his head.
Kendrick gently cupped her face, smiling. "If you weren’t still hooked up to an IV, I’d carry you over to see her right now."
"Julissa is really okay?" Annabelle was so overwhelmed that she tried to sit up, but Kendrick pressed her back down.
"When have I ever lied to you? She lost a lot of blood and underwent surgery, so she’s still unconscious and needs to be observed for another two days."
To Annabelle, this news was like a drowning person gasping for their first breath of air.
"I want to see her."
She tried to
