“He’s inside.” Oliver bobbed his head to the door before he pushed it open. He walked in, and I quickly followed.
Noah’s mother was sitting beside the bed. She still looked a bit worried, but she had a small smile while talking to her son. When she noticed our arrival, though, she turned her head to look at me, then had a silent conversation with her husband.
Without a word, Noah’s mother stood up and walked toward us. She gave me a nod and a smile before leaving the room with Oliver.
“Paislee.” Noah’s voice was soft but hoarse.
I fixed my gaze on him after his parents had left us alone. I carefully moved closer to the bed and sat on the chair where his mother had sat earlier. I could feel him intensely watching me as I approached him.
“How are you feeling?” I asked once I settled dow
