Chapter 163

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...