Jax's P.O.V.
The hallway feels like it’s closing in on us. Nurses and doctors move in and out of my dad’s room, their faces tight with focus, but not a single one looks our way. No one stops to explain what’s happening. The distant sound of muffled voices and the steady hum of hospital equipment are the only things filling the silence.
Sam’s mom sits beside me, her hands trembling as she grips the edge of her chair. She opens her mouth, probably to ask someone for an update, but no one seems to notice us. Her worry mirrors my own, but I can’t seem to muster the words to reassure her. I wouldn’t even know what to say.
I glance at the door again, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Every time it opens, I hope someone will step out and give us answers, but it’s always another faceless fi
