~ Jax ~
Dead men don’t breathe like that.
That’s the first thing I notice whenever the guys from the club and I visit.
Not the machines. Not the quiet, steady beeping that fills the ICU like a timer for people who aren’t ready to let go yet.
It’s him.
Cole.
Lying there like a body that’s supposed to be done fighting… except something about it doesn’t sit right.
I would have visited more instead of calling, but he had me busy with other stuff. He once said he plans to turn the clubs' back-alley dealings into a legally respectable business now that he is looking to the future and starting a family.
But it seems that might not be possible anymore now that he is in this state.
As I stand near the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching him the way I’d watch a problem that hasn’t show
