64: Who Deserves To Stay By Her Side

William's POV.

I had been at the hospital for hours, my mind racing with a thousand endless thoughts. Allison had been shot. The mere thought of it twisted my insides like a cruel joke. I hadn't slept a wink. The waiting room was as sterile and impersonal as ever, an opposite to the chaotic turmoil inside me.

The doctors had told me that the bullets had struck her in her back and arm—dangerous places, but she had somehow managed to survive. They said she was stable now, but the uncertainty of when she would wake up was striking at my sanity.

I paced back and forth, feeling the cold tile beneath my feet. My thoughts kept drifting back to the news from Jonathan—Allison had been shot, and I had almost lost her to the cold chains of death just when I was about to let go. Every time I tried to sit, the anxiety drove me up again. The medicinal smell of the hospital seemed to choke me, adding to the oppressive weight of worry I felt.

Edward Blackwood was still here, refusing to leave. He wa