Dying

"She's dying."

Those words haunted Azriel like there was no tomorrow.

Those were the only two words that Azriel managed to pick up on, not even caring about Maxon's other words. It was the only thing ringing in his mind as he stared at his lover's unconscious form, beyond the glass window of her closed, private recovery room.

"-iel. Azriel. Azriel!"

Stinging pain ran across throughout his face, hand immediately raising to cup his cheek, as he stared at Maxon leaning just a few inches away from his face, hand raised and completely red.

"Can you please pay attention to what I am actually saying?! I said she's dying and not that she's dead. We're still fighting and she's still fighting, so why the hell are you here, acting like she's already dead?! Snap out of it and listen to what I am about to say.