As the night wears on, I find myself watching Eden's every breath, terrified that he might suddenly stop breathing. My fury at Jason and the situation gradually gives way to an overwhelming protective instinct. This child - my child - has suffered enough. I won't let him endure another moment of pain or neglect.
By the time dawn breaks, I've made my decision. I can't leave Eden here, not when I've seen the evidence of his mistreatment with my own eyes. Whatever the consequences, I have to get him away from this place - away from Jason and his entourage.
As the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, Eden stirs and slowly opens his eyes too. His gaze finds mine, and a small smile touches his lips.
"Good morning, Doctor Lorry," he says softly with a bit of surprise.
