Damon watched the steady rise and fall of Sienna's chest.
Doing this helped him to assure himself that she was fine.
He hated seeing her so pale and so frail.
She was strong. Incredibly so.
It didn't make sense for her to seem so fragile.
It scared him. Although he would never admit it, he had nightmares of her lifeless body in his arms.
Sometimes he would wake up in cold sweat, still able to feel her blood on his hands.
Every single time she was in danger like this, the fear would creep up and take hold of him.
Grandmother Wright burst in with more force than a woman her age would usually have.
"How is she?" She asked urgently.
Damon allowed the side of his mouth to quirk up in a smile.
Grandmother Wright would hardly make a personal visit to the hospital for just anyone.
She truly valued Sienna as her own granddaughter.
