Brent's POV.
A week later.
Beep... Beep...
That was the machine's voice. I sat in the ward where Eli was admitted.
I watched him with a kind of feeling I couldn't explain. The only thing I wished and prayed for in this life of sin was for Eli to fight this illness and get back on his feet.
Play around, laugh, and ask those mind-boggling questions the way he always had.
The doctors had always advised me that for Eli to get back on his feet quickly, the chemotherapy sessions needed to be effective, and that could only be done in a real-time standard hospital environment.
Secondly, his condition would be monitored by several teams of experts in the facility.
I had argued against this option several times because I didn't want to put Eli's life at risk. Not after what had happened in t
