I stood there for a while, even after the doctor left.

I could not find myself to move, as his words repeatedly echoed in my head.

Ethan’s wounds were self-inflicted.

But why?

Why would he harm himself?

I breathed hard as I tried to come up with any reason why Ethan would possibly do that, but I had none.

I turned to face the operating room again, watching as he was wheeled out into the ICU.

He looked pale.

So pale. And I had never seen Ethan this pale before.

He looked nothing like the man he was, the man I knew.

No, rather, he looked weak and helpless.

Having...