-Bruce-
I tapped my finger against the armrest, the minutes ticking by. What time was it now? It had to be early morning, or maybe we were approaching midday. Quinn was certainly taking his time, but maybe his weakened state made it harder for him to wake up. Filip came to check on him a few times, as I had ordered, and I had asked if it was possible that Quinn never woke up. Filip assured me he was making progress and I merely had to be patient.
So I waited, waited, and waited. The machine began beeping again, but I didn’t think it meant anything, so I kept my eyes straight ahead. Yet when it didn’t stop again, I turned my head to see two glowing eyes looking at me, Quinn’s face slightly contorted as if he wanted to shapeshift now.
“Easy,” I whispered, reaching out to try to touch him,
