Asher’s P.o.v.
I sit beside Dom’s hospital bed, cradling his warm hand in mine. My thumb moves in slow, gentle strokes over his skin, memorizing the texture, grounding myself in the reality that he’s still here - barely, but here. The steady rhythm of the machines is the only sound in the room.
Harper pulled some strings to convince the hospital to let me stay overnight with him, and I haven’t left his side since. Time has blurred into a haze of sterile white walls, beeping monitors, and desperate prayers whispered into silence.
The soft click of the door opening pulls me from my daze, and I glance up to see Harper walking in. Her eyes are tired, her smile tinged with sadness as she approaches. She leans down and presses a kiss to the top of Dom’s head.
“Hey, brother,” she murmurs, her
