CHAPTER 90

I'm unsure on how many days have passed.
Is it even days? Maybe it's been weeks.
It feels like long dragged out years.
I sigh heavily and rub my eyes forcing them to stay awake. I haven't left her side, only to shower and get a change of clothes. I spend every night clutching her hand tightly and making do with the uncomfortable chair next to her bed. I'd been sat on it for so long, my arse has definitely left an imprint on the murky brown leather.
My eyes are heavy, hours...