ADRIEN'S POV
3:04 AM
The quiet in the hospital room was thick and still, broken only by the soft, steady beeping of the heart monitor and the faint hum of machines. She was finally asleep.
I sat back in the chair beside her bed, her hand in mine, my thumb tracing the faintest circles along her knuckles. The dim lighting bathed everything in a bluish glow, casting soft shadows on her skin. She looked so damn small in that bed—still flushed, even in rest.
The door creaked softly behind me. I didn't look up. I didn't have to.
"Got what you asked for." Cameron's voice was low, almost a whisper. He held up a paper bag and a folded black shirt, then frowned when I didn't move. "You haven't eaten since you brought her in, man. At least take the damn food."
I reached for the shirt instead, letting go of Isabella's hand for the briefest moment. The cold hit me immediately.
"You know it's been nineteen hours, right?"
I didn't respond.
