The heart monitor beside him beeped steadily while the IV continued dripping into his arm.
Declan lay restlessly in the hospital bed, his head moving weakly from side to side. A light sheen of sweat covered his forehead, his brows drawn into a deep frown as faint murmurs escaped his lips.
“...Elysia...”
Asher frowned.
The doctors had told him Declan had developed a high fever from exhaustion. Days of little sleep and constant stress had finally caught up with him.
To make matters worse, he had consumed alcohol on an empty stomach, only worsening his condition.
Asher looked at his friend. It felt like Declan was trapped in some kind of nightmare.
This was the third time since they had brought him to the hospital that he had whispered Elysia's name in his unconscious state.
"Victoria
