kne
sciousness slowly returned. A thick, suffocating
they were tied tightly behind her
silence, laced with a weary disap
make this so difficult? I
as A
oice echoing in the small, dark space. "But act
a silent scream trapped in her throat
here outside her line of sight, "we will p
m. He was watching, liste
whirred to life. Two metal clamps shot out, grabbing her a
," Austen's voice announc
under the harsh light. It spun faster and faster, a
towards her
r mouth, anything to keep from screaming. The pain was excruciating, a uni
a hospital room. Not a public hospital, but
ed of antisep
ation, she heard voices outsid
aid. "But there's only one dose available this month.
heart w
r injury, though minor, was caused by Alana's aggression. This wil
a lesson. He still believed Joyce. His words of trust in
und escaped her lips, a
or fle
e, his face a perfect pi
he breathed, reaching f
linch away f
his brow furrowed. "Are
upset. But you can't keep hurting Joyce. She's innoce
er absurdity of his words su
ice a raw rasp. "You're worried about Jo
his face. He looked down
," he said quietl
to ice. He pulled a small, sharp knife from
a deep, clean cut. Blood welled up, d
ort of pain. "I'm hurting too, Alana. Your pai
s went too far, when he saw the light in her eyes start to dim, he would hurt himself. A way to sh
d cried, tended to his wound
as: a performance. A way to control her, t
her voice flat and em
s, but he nodded. "Of course, my
rses' protests. He sat there for two days, watching her, sometimes ta
wounds with a gentleness that was utterly
ged Alana's IV drip. "Mr. Ballard loves you s
to laugh. If
heard a soft weeping s
anding just outside the
er voice thick with fake tears. "I know
She pushed herself up sli
ack in the doo
loving husband, pul
ds Alana' s room, making s
ned down and
ek. It was a deep, passionate kiss, on
st piece of her h
her good hand, she slowly, deliberately, pulled it of
l of his "eternal love," and threw iith a soft,
n. He saw the empty space on her finger
w the