CHLOE POV

The hum of the hospital machines was the only steady thing left in my life. It was all that was helping me stay sane at the moment after all my effort to get Ethan talk about him not taking his drugs failed.

Everything else felt like thin glass, ready to shatter again with the smallest pressure.

I sat beside Ethan’s bed, my fingers lightly running over his cold knuckles.

His chest rose and fell in slow, it was troubled breaths.

Gold sat in the corner, watching ...