Chapter 26

Iris

IT HAD been four days—Four. Damn. Days!

It was hard to wait for the inevitable, and my hope was slowly wearing thin. Colt had not wakened up. Not even moved a finger.

Dr. Hull had hope and never gave up, and so as everyone. But what if he would never wake up? My heart and every fiber in my body ached no matter how I tried to hold onto that hope.

I suggested to donate another blood, but Dr. Hull refused since Colt’s white blood cell was decreasing,...