ELENA
The lazy ticking of the clock harmonizes with the steady beeps of the machines. Halo steadily breathing, me propped on my bed watching him, and there is still no sign of Drake.
The door opens and I even dare to have hope that he has finally come but the doctors sweep in to do their routine checks and breeze out, letting the feeling swamp me once more.
Why am I acting surprised? Why can't I get it through my thick skull that there is no way I can win this battle? It's a losing game. After that little visit the following morning after we woke up, Drake has suddenly grown too busy. And the goddess forbid that I mind link to remind him of his duty to ensure his son is safe.
I scoff, crossing my arm against my chest. The irritation gnawing at the base of my chest stems from the fact t
