Ten minutes later, Aidan was sitting with Gabriela. She was still sedated, thank God, and according to the doctor’s notes, she hadn’t been fully awake or aware since she’d arrived at the hospital that morning. The one time that she’d woken up, she’d been damn near hysterical, and they’d immediately put her under again.
He stared at her, wanting her to open her eyes, but afraid of what would happen when she did. Physically, she checked out just fine, which was amazing: some bruising on her chin and cheeks, a bit of dehydration, some damage to her knuckles where she’d obviously been punching the lid of the box. But Aidan wasn’t so worried about the physical.
What had she gone through down there for almost twelve hours? Trapped and in darkness, alone and unheard? Knowing that she was buried
