#Chapter 195: Waste Away

Edwin Days passed, and Claudia remained in her coma. She showed no signs of improvement, but no signs of her health worsening, either. The doctor said that that was a good thing—that stability was the best we could hope for right now. But Audrey didn’t see that. In her eyes, her mother—the woman she had been ripped from as a baby and only just reunited with—was dying. Audrey didn’t seem to care if she was dying herself. Over the next four days, I watched helplessly as Audrey wasted away. Her desperation was so palpable that I could feel it radiating across our bond, dark shadows rippling outward from her mind. On the night of the first day, I slipped out to get a couple of coffees and something for us to eat, figuring that she would be okay on her own for a little bit. Oh, how wrong I was. I was only gone for fifteen, maybe twenty minutes at the most, and I entered the room again to find Audrey hunched over Claudia’s still form, her hands pressed aga