Chapter Twenty-Nine
Donovan
Standing beside Bill’s hospital bed, I looked down at him. He was unconscious, of course. He was hooked up to a breathing tube and God knows what else with the hum of the breathing machine and occasional beeps in the room.
The hospital sheet and bandages covered him, so I couldn’t see the burns. According to the medical team, he’d sustained burns on over eighty-percent of his body. His crew in California got caught in a ravine with the wind whipping the fire quickly in the opposite direction.
Bill hadn’t been able to get out in time and his emergency fire shelter hadn’t been able to withstand the flames. No matter what had gone down between Bill and me, he’d been my best friend for years. My heart ached. A bit of his hair was visible on top of his head, his
