Chapitre 87: Heol

"Beshy," Queen Isla croaked, her hand shakily covered her ruby-colored lips.

Hot, happy tears pool at the corners of her eyes as she took in the portrait of her best friend who laid on a hospital bed, awake and smiling at her.

Amelia Lin raised her hand to welcome her best friend, but her arms were still weak that it went limp the second she lifted it up.

"Beshy!" Queen Isla cried, taking long hurried strides towards the hospital bed placed beside the floor to ceiling window.

Reaching Amelia, Queen Isla grasped the former's hands, softly squeezing it, afraid that she might break a bone.

"Stop crying, Isla. I'm still alive." The sound of Amelia's throaty voice sent another rush of tears from the queen's eyes. Queen Isla never thought she'd hear that voice again.