Alpha Nate
It’s been three days since Ayla fell into a coma. I haven’t left her side. Everyone has come to visit her and her room looks more like a floral shop than a hospital room. The guilt has been overwhelming since the moment I saw her hooked up to all the machines. But seeing her skin gray and deep purple bruises on her cheek and neck put into perspective what she had gone through.
She was no longer on the ventilator and her skin was now bright with life, but her eyes still didn’t open. Her bruises are healing and every day, Xander comes in to soak her bandages in seawater to increase the healing. I feel useless as I watch Ayla sleeping. I’ve been holding her hand, praying she will just open her eyes.
I was deep in thought when Xander came in. The kingdoms had launched an inves
