5 hours later…
Sitting at Gabrielle's beside was Ansel, holding on to her hand as the castle doctors continued to attend to her.
He gripped her hand tightly, his eyes drawn to her face. He picked her hand up, pressing it against his lips.
He rubbed her hand on his face, feeling her cold fingertips, worry gripped his mind.
"Her hands are cold, why are her hands cold," He questioned, keeping his eyes on her.
"Her body is weak right now, it's fighting off a lot of things. It's a side effect, Your Majesty…" A castle doctor informed.
He sighed softly kissing the palm of her hand, his eyes stinging from held back tears.
"You're going to wake up, you're going to be okay," He whispered, staring at her face as he gave the palm of her hand another kiss.
He continued to stare at her, his mind having continuous flashbacks of her happy moments.
