#Chapter 269 – All Just a Dream

Sinclair The doctor knocks gently at the door then. I slide my eyes to him, annoyed to have another person in the room. Is this best for her, all of these interruptions? “How is she,” the doctor asks, coming to Ella’s side. Cora moves to stand at Ella’s head, making room for him. “The same,” I murmur, returning my eyes to my mate’s pallid face. “No changes.” “What does that mean, doctor?” Cora asks, wringing her hands. “Well,” the doctor replies, leaning down to study Ella’s face. “I can’t say that I’m encouraged by it. I think that if she were getting better, she would have woken by now.” He moves away from her and over to some of the machines, lifting the tape they’ve been printing for hours to read the report. “But,” he murmurs, studying them. “It doesn’t seem like she’s getting any worse.” “Is there anything we can do?” Cora asks, looking at him with pleading eyes. She, like me, wants to do something, anything. “Go home,” the doctor says frankly. “Get some res