Hug Me, Raven

The curtains were pulled tightly shut, and the light inside the room was dim. On the bed, frail Valentina was receiving an IV drip. However, her severe injuries, coupled with the bumpy journey, had exacerbated her condition following the surgery. She was unconscious and the fever never subsided. William prayed that the medicine being pumped into her body would have some effect. Yet, he waited to no avail. The medicine bottle was empty, but her condition showed no signs of improvement. Someone knocked on the door, and people shuffled along the hallway outside every so often. The hotel was doing great business. William cracked the door open and accepted two bottles of rubbing alcohol from the hotel staff. Under the skeptical gaze of the employee - curious and wanting to pry further, he closed the door and returned to the room. He diluted the rubbing alcohol with warm water and brought it to her bedside. He peeled the blanket back, lightly seized her bare arm, and rolled up her sleeve. Th