Chapter 112 Donor

Eumerriah's Point of View

I sat by Justine's bedside, holding his cold hand, trying not to give in to the fear and anxiety that were slowly consuming me. It has been twelve hours since he was brought here, and yet he still hasn’t woken up. My eyes were fixed on his pale face, hoping for any sign that he would wake up.

Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps approaching. When I turned around, I saw Shaira—her face was filled with worry and anger. She quickly came over to us, and I could see the pain and fear in her eyes that mirrored my own.

"Eumerriah," she took a deep breath, "what's the news? Has he not woken up yet?"

I shook my head, barely able to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. "No, not yet. There's been no change."

Her face flushed with anger, and I noticed her hands trembling. "How did this happen? Who’s responsible?!" Her voice was full of fury, searching for someone to blame for Justine’s accident. "Whoever did this needs to be held accountable!"

"Shaira," my voice was