Thirty-one.
Thirty-one. The only source of noise in Elliot’s room was the beeping from his heart rate displayed on the screen beside his bed. For the past fifteen minutes, neither Oddie nor Zack have spoken a single word. Both sitting on each side of the bed taking a hold of the little boy’s hands in their own. She gently squeezed Elliot’s hand drawing small circles on top of it, feeling the soft silky skin of his with a kind smile on her lips. “This kinda reminds me of that one time Gabriel got so sick we ended up here.” Oddie barely whispered not wanting to disturb the sleeping child, Zach smiled a little at the memory trying to hold back a scoff. “You called me in the middle of the night because he had a fever and you had no idea what to do. Ollie was away in the base and uncle Liam was in a
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