AURORA’S POV
The ward door slid open and for a moment I felt sheer anticipation,
And I thought finally Heather came.
My brief moment of bliss deflated like a ball to a needle.
To my disappointment, it was just the doctors who had been treating me.
I felt a brief pang of guilt that, at that moment, I felt so little of the doctors who had saved my life; I didn’t mean that anyway. I just hadn't seen Heather and the more hours passed, the more uneasy I felt.
Heather and her phone were 5 and 6.
She’d even borrowed the charger from the convenience store salesperson once she was on five percent, and now two days had passed with no sign of her.
Did she even know about the incident?
It’s possible she didn’t.
That was the only available answer.
The doctors did the regular rites of checking my vitals and then asking questions about how I was feeling, whether or not I was feeling pain, and I gave my answers briefly and curtly.
My eyes wandered to the door more frequently than I looked up at the
