The steady beep of the life-supporting machine filled the small ward. Indigo's face was covered by an oxygen mask, and tubes were connected to her body. A huge bandage was wrapped around her chest.

Hudson was seated in the corner, his eyes fixed on the steady rise and fall of her chest. He had been with her for several days.

The doctor informed him that she had passed the critical stage and would recover with treatment. Hudson was glad she made it alive, but his blood boiled at her condition.

He hadn't been sleeping well, watching her day and night just to make sure nothing went wrong. Any little sound...