A whole month had passed since Caius slipped into a coma. Thirty long, dragging days where Heather found herself coming back to this hospital room over and over again.
Today was no different. The machines around him kept beeping steadily, reminding her that he was alive… but only just.
She sat on the edge of his hospital bed, watching his face. His features were still striking — It annoyed her that even lying unconscious, Caius still managed to look frustratingly beautiful.
"Why won't you just wake up?" she muttered under her breath, her fingers tugged lightly at the hem of his hospital gown, as if that might somehow shake him awake.
The longer he stayed like this, the more his family circled like vultures. His so-called relatives—uncles, aunts, cousins—they were less concerned about Caius's life and more about their interests.
