Two weeks later
It had been two weeks since Scarlett was last awake, two weeks since he stood helplessly behind the glass doors and watched the doctors work tirelessly to keep her alive. He watched her frail body shake with severe convulsions that looked too painful for a human being to endure. She went into cardiac arrest a few minutes after the eighth seizure, and the fear he felt at that moment must have been palpable. He thought he lost her, he believed he did. He saw the desperation and sense of emergency in the eyes of countless doctors and nurses, he watched them all shake their heads at him without giving him a direct answer to the one million questions he asked.
He didn’t leave the hospital for the first few days, he refused to, until Matthew came and quite literally dragged hi
