Once we're outside, we follow the path that leads to the pack hospital. I try to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest the closer we get. It doesn't take long to reach Bryce's room. My father pushes open a large door. Reese is seated next to the bed holding Bryce's hand. Bile rises in my throat, but I fight back the urge to vomit.
When Reese finally realizes I'm there, he is out of his seat and rushing toward me. "Rosie, you came. I'm so glad you're here." He reaches to take my hand, but I move away. "I'm not ready for you to touch me yet." He looks hurt but nods. "Rosie, can you come over here and let me talk to you," Bryce asks.
I look at my father, and he nods in encouragement. I need to do this to get out of here, I repeat over and over in my mind as I take a seat next to Br
