SIMONE'S POV
Two days.
Nicholas had been unconscious for two days, and I hadn't left this chair.
The medical room had become my prison. Beige walls. Clean air that smelled like chemicals. The constant beeping of machines tracking his heartbeat.
My back ached. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. But every time I considered leaving, even for a shower, I remembered the modified IV bag Carlos had found.
They were keeping him under. Deliberately.
"The doctor says you're stable," I whispered to his still form. "But we both know that's not the whole truth, don't we?"
His chest moved up and down too evenly. Too controlled.
I held his hand, linking our fingers together. His skin was warm but his hand didn't squeeze back.
"I found something yesterday. In your aunt's offic
