Elena POV
Day two and I still hadn't left his bedside, hadn't gone home or changed clothes or done anything except sit in this chair holding Adrian's hand and watching the machines tell me he was still alive.
The nurses had brought me a blanket at some point during the night and I'd wrapped it around myself but I hadn't slept, just sat there listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor and the whoosh of the ventilator breathing for him.
"Good morning," I said to Adrian even though morning didn't mean anything in this room where the lights never changed and time moved differently. "It's Tuesday I think, or maybe Wednesday, I've lost track."
His hand was warm in mine and I held it tighter because it was the only part of him I could reach, the only way I could touch him without distu
