King Salvatore.
I make my way into the hospital. Currently, I’m not thinking of anything but Lilas. I can’t remember what was said but I know she is hurt. The sterile corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding in sync with hurried footsteps. Anxiety etched across my face, eyes darting between signs and faces, searching for the room number that held the key to her room. The clinical scent of antiseptic filled the air as I navigate the labyrinthine hallways, each turn heightening my desperation. Questions lingered in my mind, and worry carved lines on his forehead.
Finally, I find the number and I open the door to find Arturo standing at the bedside. I take my eyes off him when I see Lilas in the background. At the sight of a bandage on her wrist, I walk towards her, gazing at her in sh
