He arrived over an hour ago and he has been quiet. He didn’t ask any questions when he arrived, only went to sit in the chair and watch her like a hawk. His hair, darker than moonlit shadow, was styled in a messy wolfcut.
From this angle, the doctor could not see his face, but he could see that the dagger in his hand was covered in a thin and dried layer of blood.
He was silent and everything else in the room obeyed, even the ticking clock seemed to whisper.
She stirred and he was by her side in an instant, faster than his eyes could track.
“Amelia,” He whispered
He said her name with hope and raw concern. His finger combed through her blond hair.
The doctor watched as her eyes fluttered open and he thought it was best to check up on her now.
Fearfully, he made his way from the fa
