Noah sat on the edge of the bed Caleb had just placed him on, but his eyes never moved from Adam's pale, motionless face.
He felt a desperate, magnetic pull toward the man in the other bed.
He couldn't stand the distance between them, even if it was only a few feet. Turning his head slightly, he looked up at Caleb with a pleading expression.
"I'm sorry to ask for one more thing," Noah whispered, his voice thin and fragile.
"But can you please help me get into the wheelchair again? I want to sit right beside him. I need to be there for him when he finally wakes up. I can't stay over here."
The lead doctor, who was busy checking a monitor, immediately looked up and shook his head in a firm, professional disagreement. "No, you absolutely cannot do that, Sir," the doctor said, his tone stern yet not unkind.
