Chapter 126

The faint smell of bleach was familiar to him now. Hospitals always seemed to smell that way. Like refrigerated bleach. Roman and Tamsin sat on either side of him. Roman was still, like a statue in a park. The only signs of life Killian could even detect was an occasional blink and his shoulders moving with each breath. How could someone be so still? Tamsin on the other hand was a fidgety mess. He