{Viktor’s POV}
It’s been a week since we found Clara, she’s been in the hospital this whole time, fading in an out of consciousness, her delirium, and screams filling the halls until they sedate her again. This never ending torment for all of us, to watch her, to feel her pain and fear. This is our fault.. completely our fault, every terrible thing that has happened to her since she arrived was because of me. I pinched the bridge of my nose, looking up towards the bed. Everyone else was asleep on the other side of the room, we made pallets on the floor, and decided to stay here until Clara could come home. We’d decided to take shifts, staying awake at all hours so we’d be here when she woke up. This was my shift, my chair was pulled to the edge of her bedside, I kept myself close to her,
