Theo’s POV
The waiting room outside the infirmary felt like a funeral.
For three long, agonizing hours, none of us had spoken a word. The pressure and fear was sitting on our chests like a block of iron.
I stood against the wall, my arms crossed tight over my chest. My clothes were still stained with Noah’s dark red blood. My mind was spinning in circles.
The guilt was eating me alive. He there for me, and now he was paying the price.
I looked around the quiet hallway. The family was completely falling apart.
Tony was pacing up and down the floor his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, and low, angry growls were constantly rattling inside his throat.
Nico sat on a bench, holding hid mother tightly against his side, her body shaking from the crying.
