Aiden's Point of View
The room is quiet now, except for the soft beeping of the monitor beside Abby’s bed. She’s still holding my hand, though her grip has relaxed. Her eyes are closed for a moment, her head resting back against the pillow, but I know she’s not asleep. Just exhausted, emotionally, physically. I don't blame her.
The door creaks open, and Nathan steps back in first. He takes one look at us, at the way Abby’s still holding onto me, and gives me a small nod of appreciation. Or maybe approval. Hard to tell with him. He walks to her other side, brushing a hand along her hairline and leaning down to whisper something that makes her c***k a tired smile.
A few seconds later, there’s another knock, and then the door opens wider.
Nicole walks in, followed by Drake and Mark. Nicol
