The Fall Of Sophia Davis

The hospital room was deathly silent when Vincent and Luke entered, the weight of the situation seeming to press down on them. Elara looked so fragile lying in that bed, her skin pale and features drawn from the trauma her body had endured.

Marina and Mrs. Holloway were at her bedside while Angela hovered nearby, her eyes red-rimmed. As soon as Vincent appeared, Elara's eyes fluttered open, instantly finding his.

"Vincent..." Her voice was little more than a ragged whisper.

He was at her side in an instant, taking her hand as gently as if it were made of delicate spun glass. "I'm here."

Elara's brow furrowed slightly as she registered the anguished look on his face. "What's wrong?" 

The question hung heavy in the air. So much was wrong - the vicious attack, her potentially stolen dream of motherhood, the lethal conspiracy they had started unraveling. But Vincent couldn't bring himself to heap more pain upon her in this moment.