Angelina's POVNew York-Presbyterian Hospital, outside the Intensive Care Unit.I had been sitting here for ten hours.Through the sterile glass, I could see Maximus, hooked up to a dozen tubes, the ventilator hissing a monotonous rhythm.The man who once made the entire Chicago underworld tremble now looked like a fragile shell, his life ready to be extinguished at any moment."The attending physician said he has catastrophic injuries to his spine and internal organs," Tristan said, walking over with two cups of hot coffee. He sat down beside me, his voice low. "His L1 through L4 vertebrae are completely shattered. A piece of rebar went straight through his spinal cord. Even if he survives, he'll likely never wake up. He's in an irreversible coma."In other words, a vegetative state.I took the coffee, the warmth seeping into my cold hands.But I still felt frozen."You don't have to stay here with me," I said, my voice hoarse, my eyes fixed on the man in the glass room.Tristan was s
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