RAVEN

Watching the doctor work on saving Adriano had been the most nerve-racking experience I had ever gone through. I had fought between my stomach turning and my tears pouring down my cheeks. Sobs had begged to spring forth, but I had held them back.

Was this how he had felt when I had almost died? Had he felt this sick and hollow? Had his heart ached this bad? How had he dealt with it so well? Oh wait, he hadn’t. His friends had helped him ...