Rose POV
I had never gotten along with Thomas; he had always been selfish, impulsive, obnoxious, and disruptive. But as he lay in the hospital bed, hooked up to all the beeping machines and an IV drip, all I could see was my brother.
The last few hours before arriving at the hospital in New York had been a complete blur. Cayden had swiftly chartered his private jet for me and flown me to New York within the hour. I barely had time to register the fear of flying before the plane had touched down.
I half-remembered meeting Becca outside of the hospital. Thinking back on it now, her face had been contorted because she had been trying her best not to cry. Growing up, we had not been allowed to cry in front of my father; that habit died hard with Becca.
However, now she was in tears as we g
