Chapter 163. You Won't Lose Him

Athena 

The hospital waiting room smelled like antiseptic and bad coffee. 

I hated it. Hated the fluorescent lights that made everyone look half-dead.

Hated the uncomfortable plastic chairs that squeaked every time someone shifted.

Hated the clock on the wall that ticked too loud, each second feeling like an eternity.

But mostly, I hated that Tristan was in there somewhere, broken and bleeding, and I couldn't do anything about it.

Sarah sat beside me, her hand warm in mine. She hadn't let go since we got here, hadn't said much either, just stayed close.

That's what I loved about her, she knew when words didn't help, when presence was enough.

Derek paced near the window, his phone pressed to his ear as he made yet another call. 

I'd lost count of how many people he'd contacted in the last hour. He was trying to help, trying to fix this, but some things couldn't be fixed with phone calls and connecti