JAMES POV :
I got him into the hospital as fast as I could.
The guilt hit like a fist to the chest.
Dad was everything. He raised me. He gave me the world without asking for anything back.
Now he lay there because of me.
The memories came hard and fast. Me falling off my bike at eight and him running across the street without looking.
Me waking up screaming at three in the morning and finding him already in the chair beside my bed, reading.
Always there. Always steady.
And now this.
Doctors swarmed around him. Machines beeped. The sound drilled into my skull until I wanted to smash something just to make it stop.
A fire burned under my skin. Everything felt like it was coming apart.
My own voice in my head wouldn't shut up. This is your fault. This is all you.
I gripped
