#Chapter 67: The Glare of Reality

Lauren The sterile scent of the hospital room clung to my senses as I sat in the small, dimly lit space, the weight of the situation pressing down on me from all sides. Though, Doctor Belsing’s office house’s medical wing smelled more of wetwood, moutain air and a chill. Gingi was working on my leg, wrapping with with proper bandages as we sat in relative silence, waiting for her to be done to interpret the Doctor’s words. Owen and Abigail were asleep, finally calm after the storm of emotions and terror they had experienced. The were cuddled close on the couch next to Alexander, who looked more then stiff to be sitting. Our gazes met and I looked away quick. I could still feel the thudding of my own heart in my chest, how close he had held me for hours. A soft knock at the kitchen doorframe pulled me from my thoughts. Dr. Helsing entered without waiting for permission, waving Gingi to hurry up on my leg. He clutched some papers in his frail hand, his tall, thin frame cas