Ethan's POV
Ethan sat cross-legged on the cold hospital room floor, his back pressed to the wall, the buzz of fluorescent lights overhead barely cutting through the music blasting through his earbuds—Start of Something Good by Daughtry. His fingers tapped rhythmically against his knee, keeping time with the lyrics that hit far too close to home.
He'd surrendered the only chair in the room the second Aria walked in. There was no hesitation, no internal debate. Jamie needed her sister, and Ethan? He could handle the floor.
Even if every muscle in his back ached from the tension and the long, brutal day.
Even if what he wanted was to be right by Jamie's side.
But this moment wasn't about what he wanted.
It was about what Jamie needed.
So he'd nodded to Aria, stepped aside, and sunk dow
