~soft skin ~

Thirty minutes later, Frank walked into the private room where Aria was admitted and placed little Evergreen who was still sleeping in her carrier on the sofa right beside the bed.

Feeling overwhelmed and emotional, he plopped down beside her on the bed before caressing the soft skin on her cheek.

The heart monitor was beeping as if it was counting her heart beat on a steady repeat. Her oxygen tube was sticking out of her nose uncomfortably. Aria chest was barely rising and falling under the sheet she was nicely tucked into.

Aria looked more asleep than in a coma. Her thick mass of brown hair...