Chapter Seventeen

SIENNA

I watched as Sylvester was carried with blood still dripping and his wounds fresh. He was rushed to the hospital and I wanted nothing more than to be by his side. I was left in the corridor with a few guards that followed. I didn’t care that they had brought him in, if they had helped him a little bit early, he wouldn’t need to be here.

I stared at the ground taking in the design choice of the titles. It was bright white like the walls’ pain job. I tried to focus on it, to find meaning to the reason why hospitals chose white as a colour for most of their designs but I couldn’t.

Where I wanted to see bright lights that represented peace and hope, my mind decided on its own that blood dripping on it was far a better sight to behold instead. I blinked a few times in an attempt to clear out the images. Tears I didn’t know I had in my eyes dripped on the floor, tainting them.

When I couldn’t stare at it anymore, I averted my gaze to a much darker colour. I could feel my veins pulsin