There he lay, on his emperor sized bed, with a drip connected to his right hand and other tubes and wires connected to the monitors showing his vitals.
He looked so pale and his hair was dull and lifeless. Even his lips looked so chapped and dry.
It was visible now how his eyeballs moved underneath his eyelids.
He was struggling to open his eyes.
I didn't know what to do.
I just sat there, on a chair near his bed but at a safe distance, not saying a word.
Mavis and Rose were trying to study me while Marcus and James just stood at the opposite side of the room awaiting their Alpha.
The nurse also stood by in the corner, waiting.
Then he came.
His eyelids slowly peeled themselves off of his eyeballs.
His eyes.
His beautiful blue eyes.
I think I missed
