Hazel breathed easily, and yet Isabel found herself watching the gentle rise and fall of her daughter's chest, as if it might change at any moment. The hospital room was dimly lit; the only beacons of light came from the monitors and the little bit of light which managed to break its way through the blinds. The doctor had said she was stable, but they didn't yet know what had caused her collapse. That uncertainty gnawed at Isabel, feeding the worst thoughts in the back of her mind.
The door creaked open softly. Isabel didn't need to turn to know who it was. She felt his presence before she saw him.
"You're still here," Jaxon said, voice low.
She exhaled sharply. "Of course I'm still here. Where else would I be?"
He hesitated, stepping inside. "I meant… you haven't slept."
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