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Chapter 39 Hope

Author: KarmaDeLacroix
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-02 23:50:19

A week passed, though it felt like years. The days bled together in the pale hospital light, broken only by the sound of machines and the rhythm of his breathing. I hadn’t left his side once. Not for meals, not for sleep. Beth and Jenna tried to coax me away, Dad even commanded it once, but I refused. If Blaise was here, broken or not, then so was I.

They gave in after the third day. Dad had food brought in from the Pack house—warm trays of stew, sandwiches, fruit, things that would last. Jenna kept restocking a cooler in the corner with a case of drinks, lining them up like little soldiers so I wouldn’t go thirsty. Beth smuggled in snacks and teased that I was turning Blaise’s hospital room into a picnic site. I didn’t care. If they wanted me to eat, they had to bring it here, because I wasn’t leaving him.

Dad had Blaise moved to a private room and had a narrow cot brought in for me and Jenna; she stayed too, and we took turns sleeping. She would tuck the blanket around my shoulders
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