Riley's pov

My eyes felt heavy as I stared at her frail figure, droplets of tears still forcing their way out. The monitor beeped softly at the side as her chest rose and fell slowly.

I bit my lower lip. It was just our first day and things already got this bad; what would happen for the rest of the days or years?

The door creaked open and a frail white figure, average height, with shaky glasses stepped in with a file in his hands.

“We are lucky—she's okay now. We nearly lost ...