Brett's POV

I watch Riley sleep for another hour before I make myself leave. The hospital room feels too small and too sterile. She looks fragile against the white sheets. Her auburn hair spreads across the pillow like spilled wine.

"She'll be fine," Dr. Vasquez says when she finds me in the hallway. "But she needs rest. Real rest, not just a few hours between shifts."

"How long has she been pushing herself like this?" I ask.

"Since she started." She gives me a knowing look. "Riley's trying to ...