The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was William.
He was slumped in a chair beside the bed, staring blankly at the wall like his mind was miles away. But the moment I made the slightest twitch, his head snapped toward me.
His eyes went wide.
"Michelle," he breathed, lurching to his feet so fast the chair screeched across the floor.
Everything slowly came into focus: the too-bright white walls, the blue privacy curtains, the steady drip of an IV in my arm.
"Nathaniel! Get someone now! And call Nicholas!" William shouted.
I hadn't even realized Nathaniel was in the room until he bolted out the door without a word.
I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry.
"William..." I rasped. "You look like shit."
The curve of his lips twitched before his face crumpled again.
"Yeah, wel
