Ravenna's POV
I didn't like hospitals. In fact, I hated them. The main reason why I didn't fancy the thought of actually going to work in a hospital was that. I couldn't be around death and despair all day. Just one hour in here and I was ready to leave; the scent of death clung to the air, the different fading auras of family members who had given up hope.
Only a handful of times could I see a golden aura, showing that at least they had battled death and came out victorious. I hoped we would be one of them.
The hospital smelled too clean, like it was trying to cover up what really happened. I walked over and stood behind the glass, looking at Lucien lying in the ICU. Tubes connected to different parts of his body, monitors beeping and humming, and white sheets covering him. He
