EDEN'S POV
I don't leave but I don't stay close either.
The words I spoke to Janice last night still sit heavily between us and every time I look at her, I hear them again.
The worst part is that both things are true.
By morning the hospital is already awake as nurses move through hallways carrying charts, doctors begin rounds and patients slowly emerge from rooms in search of coffee and better news, while I sit beside Jack's bed trying to focus on the only thing that feels simple right now.
Him.
Because Jack isn't complicated.
Jack likes dinosaurs, Jack hates vegetables. Jack asks too many questions. Jack exists completely outside the war happening inside my head.
He glances up from a dinosaur coloring book and narrows his eyes suspiciously.
"You look tired." I let out a laugh. "
