Ashley stood beside Lucian's bed, dressed in a gown with a mask covering half her face. Her hair was tucked beneath a bouffant cap.
The mechanical rhythm of his heartbeat echoed throughout the ICU room. Her eyes swept over the machines and wires attached to him. They had placed him on oxygen because his lungs were failing.
Even though he still looked almost the same as when he slept peacefully, his complexion was far too pale.
The palest she had ever seen in her life.
Ashley bit down hard on her lip behind the mask. A lump lodged itself in her throat, and no matter how many times she swallowed, it refused to disappear. She stared at him in utter disbelief, unable to accept seeing her husband in such a state.
Just an hour ago, Lucian had been playing those silly games with her.
He had even led their team to victory with his ridiculous strategies.
So how was she supposed to believe that only an hour later, someone would tell her he didn't have long left to live?
