Rena’s pov

I had stayed up the whole evening hoping that Raymond would wake up, his eyes were shut tightly like he was never going to wake up again.

My heart was filled with so much panic and fear as I stared at him without a blink, he lay motionless on the hospital bed, only his breath indicated that he was alive, and the soft beep of his life machine.

The hospital bedspread was tucked in neatly around him, but the contrast of plasters on his body and the IV in his hand made everything seem too real, and painful to ignore.

I sat beside him, my hand gently covering...