Chapter 135 Paralysis

• Marco
• The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air. White lights. White walls. White pillows. White sheets. I felt like I was drowning in the sterile silence of the hospital room as I sat beside Ashlyn, still holding her hand. My eyes stayed on her peaceful face, which now had a hint of color. Thank God she was safe. But even that relief couldn’t lift the heavy weight pressing on my chest.
• My heart was still racing, as if it hadn’t caught up with the calm that surrounded me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. But instead, I stayed silent, forcing myself to be strong for her.