Zain Pov
I couldn’t breathe, staring down at Grayson’s face. He was pale, not as pale as Jasper was but not the deep tan he's always had from always playing basketball outside with me most of our life. Axel had placed him down on his back, the thin hospital blanket fell to his stomach under the giant gown they placed him in. He looked so little, so helpless, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My tears were sliding painfully down my cheeks, falling in wet pools to his gown as I brushed my fingers through his hair, feeling how soft it felt, silky. “Grayson, are you going to wake up?” I asked him softly, running my fingers from his hair to his cheek, touching him. He looked slightly different. His eyelashes were darker against his skin, his lips brighter, fuller, more pronounced. I brushed my
