Davina's POV

I’d been holding Lotta’s hand so long, I couldn’t feel my own anymore.

When the door opened, I expected to see Dr. Moretti or one of the nurses, but it was Elena. She carried a bottle of lemonade that she offered to me.

“Have some. You need to stay hydrated.”

“You don’t need to take care of me, Elena.”

“Well, you’re certainly not taking care of yourself,” she retorted. “And anyway, having something to do is a good distraction.” Her eyes glanced at the ...