Chapter 22

GWEN'S POV

I woke up with the lights of the room becoming blinding. There were soft beeps sounding off the room and it wasn't until I glanced around the room did I realized where I was.

I was at the hospital. The pearly wall and the IV connected to my wrist were all the proof I needed.

I stretched and yawned sitting up with my hands rubbing my eyes wearily. My eyes fell on the figure before me in an armchair.

Granny, her head was tipped over in a deep sleep. She looked worn out. She looked exactly how I didn't want her to look. I was making things tougher for her.

She would have been at rest back at home but I had chosen to act rashly, I had chosen to make her this worried.

My mind cast back to the reason I had passed out. Jane had called. News of Andrew being shot dead.

Andrew was dead. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I sat in the small bed getting consumed by my thoughts. Andrew was dead. It was over. It was all over for me.

My only consolation in all that was happening with our