Eva stared at her hand cast with a blank look.
Apparently, her hand had broken due to the accident. She didn't even notice it until the nurse had told her to lift it a moment ago, causing her to wince in pain.
She caressed it, her doe eyes landing softly on it. She was in her own hospital room. She could have gone to Katherine's ward but the doctors were still working on trying to revive her. And worse, the nurse who'd attended to her refused to give her any details as to what the problem could be.
Her phone suddenly vibrates with a phone call. She saw Dante's name written on it. Without wasting any moment, she picked up the call.
After directing Dante where she was, she hung up, waiting for him.
She was no longer in her blood-stained dress and was now draped in a hospital gown. Her body ached with pain but she couldn't even find it in herself to rest.
The door opened and Dante walked in, his eyes filled with worry.
