Jayden's POV
I sat beside the bed, staring at her. Her chest was slowly rising and falling now, She was breathing better. The blood on her lips had dried. Her face was still pale, but at least she wasn’t shaking anymore.
I held her hand in mine, gently rubbing my thumb over her knuckles. Her skin was so soft, so cold. I hated how weak she looked. My strong, brave Anastasia, lying there like a fragile flower, It broke something deep in me that nearly killed me.
I carried her to the bed, Detricame in shortly after. He said she had suffered deep internal pain. But she would live, she would heal.
I felt her fingers twitch in mine. “Anastasia?” I whispered, leaning closer. “Can you hear me?”
Her eyelids moved, then, her lashes fluttered open. She blinked once, then again. Her beautiful eye
