Chapter 118 It Was All A Show

• Jace POV
• Long after the doctor leaves, I stand at the doorway, staring at Alina lying on the bed. She looks smaller, her hair spread across the pillow like a fan of dark silk. The monitors have stopped beeping beside her. Its almost late afternoon, the hospital population is less frantic. And Alina’s breathing is now regular.
• The sedatives should be wearing out and she would be waking up any time soon. And by the goddess, I still feel like slamming my fists into the frame of the door.