Zyron's Pov
Directly above me, the fluorescent light hummed gently, imparting a washed-out glow into the hospital corridor. The cold wall outside Savannah's room was my refuge, I was supporting myself on it with both hands deeply sunk into my pockets, my face flushed, and my heartbeat still echoing with all that had taken place inside.
Opposite me and across the aisle, Trixy was sitting very still on the bench, her hands carefully folded on her lap. She had barely talked since the doctor went off, but I got that her silence was not a lack of content - it was content that was stronger and louder than the spoken words.
I impulsively put my hand through my hair and exhaled. "I am so confused about what is the right thing to do, Trix. I feel like I am in the mid of a tumultuous storm... Teetering on the edge, if I take one wrong step, my whole world might crumble."
