Chapter 70

Dan sat hunched forward in the chair, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. His hands were still torn from ripping the IVs out. He had not let the nurses back in since. He didn’t care about the pain. He didn’t care about the blood crusting over his knuckles.

He cared about Marcy. He loved her so much it hurt.

The room had been too quiet. Silvio hadn’t spoken in an hour. Matthias paced near