Chapter Sixty-Five: Cold Beating Heart

It had been two days already and Gina hadn't woken up. Surprisingly, her wounds were healing faster than I expected them. When the doctor came to re-dress the wound on her arm, it had already healed enough, and he removed the stitches instead.

I could barely get enough sleep myself, and whenever Lucia brought food to my room for me to eat, I would dismiss her because I didn't have an appetite yet. I would watch over Gina all night, slouched in the chair by the bedside, hoping she’d wake up.

With every passing moment, my heart ached painfully and though she never left my room, an overwhelming sense of loneliness consumed me.

I knew she found refuge in the deep slumber, trying to escape the harsh reality. I honestly couldn't blame her; grief was an unbearable pain.

That night, as I leaned in the chair by the bedside, my hand holding her hand, she stirred and began to mumble.

My eyes widened, as I tried to make sense of the words that came out of her mouth.

“P-Pra-ya.”

My heart sank.

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