By the time we reached the hospital, Nathan had just been brought out of the emergency room.
He lay on the hospital bed with his face drained of color while clear fluid crept through the IV line and into his body.
Sienna sat beside the bed. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying.
When she saw me, she staggered to her feet. Hatred burned in her eyes.
"What are you doing here? Haven't you hurt him enough?"
"Sienna, don't," Leon said as he caught her arm.
I walked to the bedside.
Nathan's fingers moved slightly, and he opened his eyes with effort.
The moment he saw me, a thin film of tears gathered in his eyes.
"You came..." he said, his voice rough.
"Yeah." I sat down in the chair beside his bed. "How do you feel?"
"I'll live." He gave a bitter smile. "Or were you hoping I woul
