Lazar's POV

The strong smell of bleach and anaesthetic was the only thing I could smell.

The bright white wall made me uneasy and uncomfortable but I could push through all this discomfort because of Miriam.

Seeing her pale and unconscious made my heart ache in ways I can't begin to express.

I stood by Miriam's bed and watched her sleep feeling too scared to move away or lose sight of her as I feared the worst might happen if I left her side.

Nurses walked in and out, checking her vitals as well as the IV drip connected to her arm.

Although the doctors and nurses have reassured me...