Aurora's POV
"Be gentle, nothing, I repeat, nothing must happen to her..." A distant, blurry voice echoed in my head, as I tried to open my eyes to no avail.
"She's dying, Mr Sorrentino. She's lost too much blood, and there's no chance of her surviving," Another voice added urgently.
Dying?
Were they talking about me?
I tried to move—my fingers, my toes—anything. But it felt like I was trapped in a shell that no longer obeyed me.
The pain was far away, dulled now, replaced by a cold numbness that frightened me more than the agony ever had.
"I'm not letting her die," the first voice—Mr. Sorrentino—snapped, full of authority and something else... desperation?
A warm hand cupped the side of my face.
"Aurora... it's me. You're safe now, okay? You're going to be okay."
Safe?
That wo
