Kane’s P.O.V.
Mist was restless ever since they shifted Naomi into the operation room. I felt that someone had knocked all the air out of my lungs when they took Naomi out of the ICU to shift her to the operating room. The cheerful and bubbly girl was lying almost lifeless on the bed covered in so many wires and pipes. She was death paled and only the beeping of machine was indicating that she was alive. I somehow managed to hold Mist tightly in my embrace when she saw Naomi. Her dad was also a mess and he almost fell down, but my mother and a nurse held him up from his torso.
For the first time in my life, I was glad that I had nothing to fear about the life of someone close to me. I couldn’t imagine what Mist suffered all these years while watching her sister dying slowly every day. I
