Victor’s POV

The waiting room was claustrophobic, its antiseptic-white walls, an antiseptic odor clinging to everything, doing nothing to stifle the squeeze in my chest. The overhead fluorescents hummed softly, casting cold shadows on linoleum floors. I paced, fists in my sides, jaw set hard enough it ached.

Rose just lay there, she didn't wake. I didn't have a damn idea about it.

I left her in great shape just a few short hours ago. Now?

She lay in a hospital bed now, and I needed ...