Chapter 70 Love On The Edge

The room smelled of antiseptic and artificial sterility, but beneath it all, Diego could still catch the faintest trace of her, jasmine and something sweet, something uniquely Mariana. It was a cruel reminder of everything that felt just beyond his reach. He sat at her bedside, his fingers wrapped around her lifeless hand, pressing it between his own as if he could warm back into it. Machines hummed, their monotonous beeping marking the fragile line between life and death. Tubes snaked from her arm, disappearing into the machines that breathed for her, sustained her, kept her heart beating. But Mariana, his Mariana, was lost somewhere beyond all of this.