Laila’s POV
I grew impatient in the hospital waiting room, especially with the reporters milling around. But there was little I could do but wait, hang my head, and try to avoid the cameras. Fortunately, hospital security had at least removed the media to outside of the hospital walls, but the camera lenses were still pressed up against the glass, like pictures of my suffering were vital for them.
Riley sat on one side of me, William on the other. William was nearest the windows, and was trying to block the cameras’ line of sight of me. I wasn’t sure how successful he was being. Occasionally, William would glare at them or curse under his breath.
I didn’t say anything. What could I say? My heart was heavy, and all I wanted was for Ava to be okay. I could handle the unwanted media attent
