"Yes. Whoever did this to her wanted to keep her weak, to keep her from fighting back, to keep her quiet." The doctor's voice was grim, his eyes tired, his hands clasped in front of him. "It will take time for her body to heal. She'll need rest, proper nutrition and physical therapy."
Bella pressed her hand to her mouth, her eyes burning with unshed tears. Her heart ached for her best friend. She had been so close to losing Mira, so close to losing someone she loved.
Leo's arm tightened around her, pulling her closer. His warmth seeped into her cold skin, grounding her, reminding her that she was not alone.
"Can we see her?" Bella asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Just one person," the doctor said. "And only for a few minutes. She needs rest. She needs to sleep."
