ARIA

I held Rhea's hand in mine. They were not as warm as mine. She had tubes sticking out of her mouth to assist her in breathing. The gentle rise and fall of her chest were my one assurance she was with us. The gentle beeping of the monitor keeping her steady.

I stroked her hand. It was easy to understand why Kane was so worked up earlier.

It was difficult watching her suffer. Even though we weren't that close. I just hope the doctor has good news. I heard footsteps approach the door ...