"Why don’t you head home and get some rest?" Noah’s father, Jarad, suggested from the armchair beside Noah’s hospital bed. He appeared weary yet resolute. "You’ve been here for three days now, it can’t be easy showering in the hospital. Go home, take a proper shower, and get some sleep."
I hadn’t left Noah’s side since he returned from the barrage of tests they had put him through, having occupied a chair in the corner while I kept vigil over his face.
"I’m fine here," I replied for the hundredth time. "I’m not leaving until he wakes up."
"At least come sit in this chair, it’s more comfortable," Jarad insisted, rising to offer me his spot beside Noah. "I need to get Josh and the girls home anyway."
I nodded, yet remained motionless.
Jarad chuckled. "This bond of yours is stronger than
