Jocelyn's POV

　　"Is he going to make it?" slipped out before the censor in my head could catch it. The nurse didn't even glance at me, her face was about as flat as the fluorescent lights overhead.

　　"He's in a critical condition," she dodged, skirting around the question. "But we're doing all we can."

　　I balled my fists and fought to hang on. The truth was alive in the air, and it was choking me. Dominic wasn't getting better. He was disappearing a lot ...