MRS. BELLA POV
"Mom, is he coming?" Aria asked weakly, sparsely with the little strength left as she stirred, still trying to peel burnt skin. I looked at her-my heart heavy with worry, an unsettling concern at the back of my mind, wondering what the future holds for my delicate, vulnerable daughter.
"Yes," I said to her-my voice soft, gentle, as I tried to reassure her, to comfort her.
"He will be on his way shortly," I added, trying to sound calm, confident, as I glanced at my phone, willing the doctor to arrive soon. "Just be calm, okay?" Saying soothingly was just music for Aria's fear. I was trying somewhat to pretty much reassure her that she was going to be okay.
I stood there next to her, hands running through silky strands of hair as I brushed my lips against the warm surfac
