Chapter 130

Ramon POV

Three days.

Three days of living in this hospital, of watching Lake sit beside Ollie’s bed for hours without moving, of seeing my nephew Julian ask repeatedly when his friend would wake up, of feeling the weight of failure press down on my chest until I could barely breathe.

Three days, and Ollie still hadn’t opened his eyes.

Rhodes kept saying the same things—that Ollie’s body had been through massive trauma, that the induced coma was helping him heal, that we needed to be patient. But I could see the worry in my brother’s eyes when he thought no one was looking. Could hear the concern in his voice when he spoke to the other doctors.

Ollie’s condition wasn’t improving the way it should.

The head injury was more severe than initially thought. The internal bleeding had been controlled, but there were complications. Swelling in the brain that wouldn’t go down. Fever that kept spiking despite antibiotics. A body that had been pushed