Chapter 231: Struggle

Where the fuck is Diego?! His restless thoughts echoed through his mind as he rose from the bed and made his way towards the room balcony. Determined to regain composure and find a solution, he took a deep breath, hoping to calm the storm raging within him and focus on saving her.

He walked back to her side and leaned over her, hovering over her nostrils in search of signs of breath. Though there was a semblance of respiration, it was painfully clear that she was suffering greatly.

Her breaths came in short, wheezing gasps, like those of a chronic smoker meeting his nemesis. The wound inflicted on her had started to encroach her vital organs.

He stood up straight, scanning her entire being as he desperately thought of a way to alleviate her pain. His hands hovered uncertainly, momentarily paralyzed by the weight of his indecision.