{Ronan’s POV}

“You scares me. You know that right?” I muttered to an unconscious Lisa.

I sat at her bedside, my palms pressed against the mattress as if anchoring her there with me. The steady rise and fall of her chest, faint but present, was the only thing stopping my heart from splitting open.

Tubes ran from her arms, machines hummed in the background, but all I saw was her face.

“Lisa,” I whispered. “I’m sorry… I should have stopped this. I should have been there.”

The words were useless, nothing more than air, but I said them anyway. I bent closer, wishing her to hear me, wishing her to...