Harper sat beside Malakai in the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor just outside the operating theatre. The chairs were hard plastic, the kind that made your back ache after ten minutes, but neither of them moved. The air smelled of disinfectant and old coffee. Somewhere down the corridor, a monitor beeped steadily.Malakai was rigid. His spine was straight, his hands were clasped between his knees, and his eyes were fixed on a single scuff mark on the floor. He hadn't blinked in so long, Harper wasn't sure he remembered how.She reached over and slipped her hand into his. His fingers were ice-cold. He didn't pull away, but he didn't squeeze back either. She squeezed gently."He's going to be fine," she said softly. "Aiden's strong. He's just as stubborn as you are, remember? He'll fight through this."Malakai didn't respond at first. Then, slowly, he lifted his head. His eyes met hers. They were bloodshot, hollow, and terrified in a way that made her chest tighten."What if
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