Chapter 47 Her Condition

• Trinity POV
• I burst through the private hospital room door and come to a screeching halt at the foot of the bed as my gaze falls on Bethany. Several machines line up along either side of the bed while she lays unconscious. Each monitor flashes a different number or graph, while a few steadily beep.
• She has bandages wrapped around her arms and head with blood soaking through. Her once beautiful face is filled with scratches and cuts, along with a black eye and a busted lip.