111 = Elizabeth

I sigh as I lean my forehead on Kyria’s hand which is in mine. Prince Victor assured me when he had finally come out of surgery with her that she would be fine. The accident had broken her spine and her ribs, unfortunately, part of her broken ribs had done more damage than first thought.

He informed me that not only had a bit of rib cut deep into her lung but a small shard had snapped off and found its way into her heart, so every time her heart beat that small sliver of bone was cutting and scratching doing more damage.

Kyria was strong though and after hours in surgery and though she hadn’t woken yet, she was now sharing a private room with Dad slowly recovering.

With permission to use the private bathroom and having meals provided, I haven’t ventured anywhere from this private room wanting to be close to my family just in case Kyria woke and they required anything.

I lift my head from her hand when I hear movement, a sigh and then a chuckle from the only other bed in the room.

“Izz