~Violet’s Pov ~
I saw the drivers bringing Ash upstairs on a gurney and moved him to his room.
I stood at the entrance and watched the maids and nurses fixing the machines and the wires connected to his body.
My personal maid, Jane, performed the action of wrapping his head with a bandage and covering him with an extra blanket.
I came along with the vase I was holding and placed it down beside him on the nightstand.
His favorite flowers were violet.
I hope he perceives this flower and wakes up from his bad dream. I can't cope with this anymore.
I can't live like this anymore. Two weeks feels like two years.
I miss him so much.
When all the maids and nurses finished doing their jobs, they all excused me and shut the door behind me.
I stood beside Ash and held his stiff hand with a
