Blaze:
It was just past midnight when the surgeon finally walked out of those double doors. Bloodshot eyes. Exhausted face. But the words were clear enough.
Shay made it.
Barely.
Saint didn’t move for a second. Then he just—collapsed into a seat like the wind had been knocked out of him. He didn’t cry. He didn’t speak. He just sat there, staring ahead like his soul had taken a beating and wasn’t sure if it wanted to get back up again.
I walked over slowly, the weight of everything hanging heavy on his chest. U put a hand on Saint’s shoulder, firm.
“I’m sorry, man. I mean it. Whatever you need, you call. We’re here.”
Saint gave a slight nod, his jaw tight. No thanks, no words. But I understood. Sometimes silence said more than any speech ever could.
I turned and saw Kat still in the
