Chapter 37:
Daryl’s POV
It had been three days.
Three long, excruciating days since the accident since Ciara hit the floor, the back of her head slamming against the edge of the nightstand. Yeah...three days since the world stopped moving for me.
And in those same three days, she hadn’t opened her eyes. Not once. She hadn’t shifted, flinched, or moved a single muscle. Just stillness. Unbearable stillness.
The doctor had come by again yesterday. He said she was stable. That her vitals were fine, and she was resting. That rest was good. But when I asked the one question I really needed answered, when will she wake up? He only offered a vague response.
“It depends on her,” he had said with a soft, almost apologetic tone. “Her body is healing, but her mind needs peace. A
