ETHAN
"Breakfast," I heard a nurse say as the door to Andrew's hospital room creaked open. I didn't turn to meet her; I just raised my hand to acknowledge her presence. She soon came into view, pushing the trolley with a covered bowl to the side of Andrew's bed. She left soon after, leaving me alone with Andrew again.
"I want to kill him," I mumbled as my mind moved to the image of Christopher hurting Andrew.
I was sitting on his bed, watching him sleep peacefully against the background noise of the hospital machines and the creaking ceiling fan above.
It's been three days since Andrew's admission to the hospital. Andrew had asked Mr. Collins to take care of Devein and Roxanne for the meantime. I felt bad for not doing it myself, for not wanting to leave the hospital while Andrew was s
