Aiden was truly conscious, and he hated it.
He thought death was better than his current vegetative state.
What he hated even more was being at her mercy, having no choice but to put his life in her hands.
To trust her.
Which he really did not.
His mind was overworking itself, and he was scared.
Would he make it?
The burning sensation increased with every passing hour. It felt as though his nerve endings had been lit up with a match—every single one of them.
What in the devil was Black Root Hibiscus?
It was his first time hearing of it from Diana, and it scared the s**t out of him.
He had so many things to say, yet he had no way of saying them.
His body simply would not move.
He was frustrated.
By his side, Diana was seated in his favourite rocking chair at the foot of his bed
