Chloe’s POV

I don’t know if it’s just me, but, Hospitals have a way of freezing time.

The clock on the wall kept ticking, but nothing moved inside me. Every second stretched, thin and fragile, like it could snap if I breathed too hard. Zoe lay behind that glass door, suspended between life and death, and all I could do was sit there and wait.

Wait.

I hated waiting.

Jake sat beside me, silent. His hand rested on his knee, clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. Tyler ...