C63 THE MIND IS STABLE BUT THE HEART IS WEAK.
AVERY'S POV:
The silence in the medical room was oppressive, weighing heavily on my chest. My hands shook as I gazed at the two people I had just cared for. Axel sat slumped in a chair, his body a roadmap of old scars and fresh pain, his limbs splayed out. Ryan, on the other hand, seemed fragile, his skin pale and clammy under the harsh fluorescent lights.
I felt a wave of nausea
