The steady beep… beep of the machines filled the VIP hospital room, the sound reverberating in the quiet like a relentless reminder of Ian's fragile state. The contrast of the gigantic man, who appeared vulnerable, was heart-wrenching, especially for Geneva, who had seen this exact scene more times than she would care for in her lifetime. Why was Ian always in this state?
'What have I done wrong to deserve this?' Geneva lamented to herself as she sat at the edge of her chair, tears streaming down her cheeks, a silent testament to the exhaustion and heartache that had taken root in her soul.
The first time was when her son had locked himself up in his room from heartache; then he had fallen unconscious on a similar occasion, and then. At this moment, Geneva did not make any connection to Shelby or any other issues. It would be only later that this might come up for her.