Treyton POV
I, Treyton, sat on the bench outside Ava's room, my eyes fixed on the door as if willing her to wake up. Three days had passed since she'd fallen unconscious, and my worry was growing by the minute. My brother Rafferty paced back and forth beside me, his mind racing with thoughts I couldn't quite decipher.
When the doctor finally emerged, his somber expression only added to our concern. As we entered Ava's room, her scream sent chills down my spine. She was trying to sit up, but her back seemed to be causing her immense pain. Rafferty rushed to her side, concern etched on his face, and gently helped her lie back down.
Ava's eyes were filled with a mix of confusion and suspicion, which made me nervous. She seemed to be searching for answers, and I knew we had to tread
