CHAPTER SEVEN
Jonathan’s POV
The hospital air tastes like disinfectant and boredom. I’ve been stuck in that room so long, the damn walls are starting to feel like they’re closing in. The second my phone buzzes in my pocket, I take the excuse. I get up, stretch my legs, and step out into the hallway, running a hand through my hair.
The call is nothing. It was just my father barking about work, responsibility and how she was doing. I tell him I’m still at the hospital, keeping an eye on Seraphina as he asked, and I can hear the sharp breath on the other end like he is happy with my statement. Then he goes ahead to tell me that I should take good care of her, that she will be my sister soon and that he'll be here with her mother tomorrow.
I end the call, annoyed as to why he is reminding
