82. Awake.

Greyson’s POV:

I watched Freya’s still body on the bed connected to more wires than I had ever seen together in a place at the same time and tears slipped from my eyes once more. The same way it had been for the last one week.

I had managed to bring her back home and Clara had gone straight to work on her. It had been the most gruesome four hours of my life. I had been shut out of the room and no matter how much I pounded on the door or shouted to be let in so I could see Freya, I had just been ignored.

And finally, after four long and painful hours, Clara had come with some news.

Freya had lost the twins but she was still alive, well barely.

Clara had assured me that she had only passed out from exhaustion, pain and loss of blood but that slowly but steadily she would make a full recovery.

That was a week ago. Freya was yet to do more than stir a little from her position and I hadn’t left the chair that I was perched on for more than once a day to use the bathroom that adjoined