“No,” I growl, “No, she’s not dying. Where’s her doctor? Where are the fucking nurses!?”
“They’re all busy, Killian,” Dean touches my arm. How the fuck did he move so silently?
“Bullshit,” I snap, “Where is everyone!?”
“Working on Savannah.” Willow answers.
“And the guy who hit her?” I demand.
“Died on impact,” Willow says.
Good. I would have killed him myself otherwise and this time it wouldn’t appear like an accident like it did with Adrien.
“Sit down, Killian,” Dean suggests, “We just have to wait.”
I fold myself down into a hard, plastic chair as a clockticks loudly on the wall but I feel eyes on me. Glancing across the room, I find Sloane staring into the side of my face and I wonder how much she knows.
Several hours pass, the sky bleeding from dark to light as the sun rises and rises, clearing away the storm from last night like it never happened.
My skin feels too tight for my body and every sound is like nails on a chalk board. Waiting for news keeps everyone on edge, every time we see a nurse, we stand, hoping for them to deliver news but they continue on, pretending we don’t exist.
It’s a little after one in the afternoon when a doctor in scrubs enters the waiting room.
“Mr. Levine?” They call.
Bast is on his feet in the next breath, “Yes?”
“You’re Miss Levine’s next of kin, yes?”
“That’s right.”
He sighs, exhaustion pulling him down, “She is out of surgery but I’m afraid we are not clear.”
“The fuck does that mean?” I hiss, stepping up to the doctor. Dean hauls me back.
The doctor eyes me warily but continues to address Sebastian, “Would you like to come with me to speak more privately?”
“You can speak here,” Bast swallows, “We’re family.”
With a sigh, the doctor continues, “Your sisters’ injuries were extensive, along with several breaks and fractures throughout her body, she suffered a collapsed lung and a bleed on the brain. I’m afraid we’ve had to induce a coma to aid her healing but there is no saying what her quality of life will be like when she wakes up and while it is our hope that she heals, there is always the chance that she will never breathe on her own or wake up.”
I see the moment Bast’s legs give out from beneath him and catch him before he hits the deck.
“I am very sorry, Mr. Levine. We must take this day by day.”
Bast’s body shakes against my chest, “Can I see her?”
“She is in ICU; we only allow two visitors at one time and visiting hours end at eight this evening. One of our nurses will show you through.” The doctor glances around at the group, “Speak to her. Let her hear your voice.”
A moment later, a nurse shows Sebastian and Willow through to the room where they are keeping Savannah, leaving us all in the waiting room.
Tomorrow doesn’t exist if Savannah doesn’t pull through this.
Chapter Thirty-four
There’s a tube in her throat and bandages around most of her body, bruising and cuts all over her face, neck and arms. The rest of her body is covered in a blue blanket, but I guess the pattern will repeat on the rest of her too. Tubes and wires hook her up to machines and medicines, the constant beat of her heart, the only comfort I am finding in this dark hospital room.
It’s almost eight and visiting hours will soon be over.
