#Chapter 157: He Needs A Hospital

I don’t know how long I sit on the bathroom floor holding Nyktos, unconscious, in my lap. It could be seconds. It could be hours. Time doesn’t really have meaning right now.

Nyktos is cold. He’s barely breathing. He looks like death.

That is all that matters.

I continue to scream my head off. My voice is hoarse when the brothers rush into the room. Though I don’t think too much time has passed. Th