She must be dead? What shall I do now. I don't know, but things can go according to myself. I don't know what I should do with her. I looked at Alia. She was looking in pain. Ohhh what I shall do. Everton was looking worried about her.
From the back seat of the car, I observed Everton, attempting to decipher the whirlwind of thoughts that must have been storming through his mind. He cradled Alaxia in his arms, her head nestled against his chest. Unconscious and vulnerable, she was bleeding from a gash on her forehead. Her skin, usually flushed with life, was now pale, making her appear as fragile as a porcelain doll that had been carelessly dropped and shattered.
The news of her critical condition had just been delivered to him over the phone. The possibility of losing her seemed to hav
