Andrew froze in spot. His eyes kept darting from the IV bag to the blankets wrapped around her, the white bandage taped against her arm and the oxygen mask.
Anisha looked frail. Weak and broken. Her face was colored sickly yellow. And it hurt to see her like that. More than anything, he couldn't help the sob that was stuck in his throat.
His breathing was heavy and his footsteps light as he slowly made his way to her bedside.
Her tired eyes followed every step but she still didn't say a single word.
She looked so close to death, as though she was barely holding on.
Andrew sat down on the chair, scooting it a little closer to her. He didn't say anything as he reached for her hand.
He let out a shaky breath as he held onto her bony hand, careful not to touch the IV.
His eyes followed
