*THREE DAYS LATER, UNITY HOSPITAL, A CITY*
Markus was sitting beside Kizy's bed, his face pale, while he was holding Kizy's hand, between both of his palms, while Kizy was lying on the bed with her eyes closed.
His eyes were surrounded with dark circles, while his hairs were dishevelled, his face covered with stubble, as he sat there, looking lifelessly at Kizy's face, which had regained a little color from the treatment of the past two days.
Three days ago, he came limping to the hospital with an unconscious Kizy in his arms.
He still remembers rejecting all the attempts that doctors and other medical staff along with his family and Jason's team made, to get him treated.
But he sat there unmoving, looking at the closed doors of the operating door, praying to gods that he never believed existed.
