Emma stayed at the hospital through the night.
Damien sat beside her while Tyler slept, his breathing steady but shallow. The machines beeped around them, monitoring every heartbeat, every breath, keeping Tyler tethered to life.
Around three in the morning, Emma went to get coffee. The hospital cafeteria was empty except for a nurse restocking shelves. She bought two cups of black coffee and sat alone at a table, staring at nothing.
Damien found her there twenty minutes later.
"He's asking for you," Damien said.
Emma followed him back to Tyler's room. Her brother was awake, staring at the ceiling.
"The doctors said I'm lucky," Tyler said when Emma entered. "Another thirty minutes and I wouldn't have made it."
Emma didn't respond. She pulled the chair close and sat down.
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