Trinity POV
I burst through the private hospital room door and come to a screeching halt at the foot of the bed as my gaze falls on Bethany. Several machines line up along either side of the bed while she lays unconscious. Each monitor flashes a different number or graph, while a few steadily beep.
She has bandages wrapped around her arms and head with blood soaking through. Her once beautiful face is filled with scratches and cuts, along with a black eye and a busted lip.
My heart shatters. Who could have done this to her?
I can’t hide my pain as my voice waivers. “How bad is it?” If her looks are any sign, it is bad.
I take a deep breath and brace for the worse as my feet slowly inch closer to her.
Lance gently rubs my back and steps beside me. “I’m not completely sure. I have
