As Anastasia made her way to his hospital room, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know how he would react to seeing her and was scared of what he might say to her. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.
Holding her breath, she pushed open the door and entered the ward.
Brad was lying in bed, his eyes closed.
Anastasia could see the fever that had taken over his body, and it broke her heart. She wanted to hold him and tell him how sorry she was for what she had done, but she couldn't find the words.
She stood by the bed and kept looking at her with teary eyes.
"Ana…" Brad said, his voice barely audible.
Anastasia moved in closer to him and took his hand in hers. "I am here," she said softly.
"Ana…" His eyeballs moved from left to right, and it was visible over his closed eyelids. He seemed to be trying to open his eyes.
