The hospital room is dim and quiet except for the steady beeps of the machine strapped to Mason’s body… According to the doctors, he’s already on his last lap.Outside, the sun dips low over the city skyline, casting the last sun rays of the day through the half open window blinds. It should feel warm. Comforting.But in this room?It feels like a countdown.Arthur stands near the foot of the bed, cast still wrapped tightly around his left arm, he had used it to cushion his fall that day and dislocated it, his face is pale, his jaw clenched, but his eyes fixed on the man lying in front of him, they had hated each other’s guts at first but now it’s the complete opposite, he’s family after all.Beside him, Bethany sits in the corner, unusually still. Not cold. Just... bracing. Her hands are folded tightly in her lap, white knuckled, and her lips are pressed together in silence, many things wanting to be said but there aren’t any words to convey them.Mason Campbell, the soldier who woul
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