Elena POV
The waiting room was white and sterile and filled with other people waiting for news about their loved ones, and I sat in one of the plastic chairs with my hands still covered in Adrian's blood because I couldn't bring myself to wash it off yet.
Hours passed and I didn't move except to shift slightly when my body got too stiff, and I stared at the wall across from me and tried not to think about the last image I had of Adrian on the stretcher with his eyes closed and his face pale as death.
I couldn't think properly and every time I tried to form a coherent thought it slipped away like water through my fingers, and all that was left was the blood on my hands and the sound of the gunshots echoing in my head.
Someone sat down next to me and I looked up to see Lily with tears ru
