Addison's POV
Walking through the door, the first thing that met my eyes was the many wires he was covered in that connected him to the machines next to him. The tube in his throat didn't make it any easier to look at him. His face was so bruised that it made it hard to tell apart where the cuts began and ended. His hair was down his face covering most of his forehead and right eye. In all honesty, he looked like someone who shouldn't even be alive, and yet here he was, not giving up that easily.
"Dear God," my mom whispered. "He looks..."
"Worse than I had thought," I finished for her.
"We are right here," she spoke as she carefully went to him and grabbed his hand. "We are right here and everything is going to be just fine."
"Do you think he can hear us?" I asked slowly.
"I'd li
