Nick’s POV
The moment I step into the hospital room her parents give me a sad smile, my heart clenches like a fist inside my chest.
“We will go home and get some of her things.” Jennifer says and I nod.
Her and her husband leave the room leaving Josh and me staring silently at Mariah.
The steady beep of the heart monitor is the only sound breaking the silence, but even that doesn’t ease the fear curling in my gut.
Mariah lies still, too still. Her dark lashes rest against her pale cheeks, her body fragile beneath the thin white blanket. Wires snake from her arms, monitors tracking her every breath, yet she seems so… lifeless.
I stop at the foot of the bed, frozen, unable to take another step. My body screams at me to move, to touch her, to make sure she’s real, but my mind is stuck i
