ZOE
I paced back and forth, arms crossed and heart racing, as if moving could somehow make time pass faster. The cold ceiling lights seemed to mock me with their constant flickering. Meanwhile, my mind kept repeating the sensation of my brother's hand squeezing mine over and over again.
What did that mean? Had he somehow listened to me? I wanted to believe he did. That he was fighting to come back to this world. However, I had once heard that they could also be involuntary reflexes. I wanted to believe he had listened to me.
Every so often, I looked at the hallway door leading to Asher's room, hoping to see someone come out, but nothing happened. Just the sound of the staff's footsteps and the hum of machines in the background. Dr. Chevalier had arrived almost immediately when a nurse e
