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CHAPTER 187 The Room With No Clocks

Author: Royal Jay
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-29 23:57:33

— Sophia’s POV

The beeping sounds of the machines didn’t seem like human, but they helped him breathe, they hummed for him, and ticked for him.

It was all cold, flat, metallic. There was nothing soft about it. It sounded nothing like my Irene.

But I still clung to those sounds anyway, because they were the only proof I had that my boy was still here with me.

I placed my hand on his chest, I didn't want to trust the wires, or trust the monitors either.

But just the rise and fall that I could feel under my palm, even though it seemed too shallow, and too fragile, it was evidence that his breath was there.

“Please don’t leave me baby,” I whispered again. I kissed his forehead and my lips brushed his dark curly hair.

He smelled like sterile and sweat and strong antiseptic. Not the usual warm, and messy smell of home.

Ethan sat in the chair on the other side of the bed.

His elbows was on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. He hadn’t moved or said anything in hours. H
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