Time crawled. Seconds felt like hours. Hours felt like an eternity, driving Becca crazy. The whole thing drove her nuts.
She sat next to Leo on the bed, staring at his beautiful face while he slept. She had lost count of the number of times she had traced her finger through his face— his jaw. The sensation she got whenever his soft breaths kissed her skin was one of the things that anchored her sanity. He was breathing. After almost having Leo snatched away from her by the clutches of death, his warm breaths seemingly became more precious. He was out of the coma but was still under the influence of medications.
The longer she kept him company, the more she reminisced about the doctor's words. It had been two whole days since Leo's strange outburst and Becca had been left quite… disturbed. First, he comes bleeding, his blood sopping the floor of their home, and now… Now she finds out that he might have been traumatized as a child.
