IRONIC

Wrick was sitting on a chair beside the bed with his head buried in his hands. Sia was lying on the bed, an IV was attached to her wrist. Her face was pale but she was breathing evenly as if in deep sleep.

When Myra saw this her heart ached for her husband. He had been beating himself up about everything that happened. She was worried that her husband would fall ill before Sia awakens.

She placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it tightly. Wrick turned his head towards her. Myra couldn’t help but suck in her breath on seeing his face. It was contorted with worry and his eyes were red like burning coals. Eye bags had formed under his eyes due to the lack of