TESSA
I took Zane’s hand in mine as I waited for Rafael to speak. His hand was cold… too cold and the smell of antiseptic in the hostel clung to everything, burning my nose as it settled in my throat like regret.
Machines beeped steadily around us, a rhythmic reminder that he was still here and he was still fighting. Tubes and wires snaked from his body, threaded like veins into lifelines that I couldn’t control. His skin was pale, bruised and hollowed.
But still, he looked like Zane… even like this, with death curling at the edges of the room, he looked like my Zane.
I blinked back the ears and tightened my hold on his hand. Rafael stood beside me, his arms across and his eyes sharp but shadowed. He hasn’t stopped moving since I arrived and now that he was still, it scared me more
