"She's still asleep," I whispered, my voice low and barely audible in the dimness of the hospital room.
Jaxon stood by the window. His broad shoulders were tensed as he stared out into the dark city beyond. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, but I could see the way they clenched and unclenched. The same helplessness that was drowning me was wrapped around him too.
"At least she's breathing better now," he muttered to himself more than me.
I blew out a slow breath and dropped into the chair beside Hazel's hospital bed. My fingers stroked along hers, so tiny and dainty, still with a faint sheen of sweat. My gut tightened each time her breath jerked.
"She was so pale when we got here," I said, my throat tightening just thinking about it. "I thought-" I stopped myself, shaking my
