H A I L E Y
Dominic and I drive to the hospital the next morning, my knuckles white from gripping the door handle. I didn't sleep a wink last night, my body thrumming with a nervous energy that I couldn't seem to shake. I just kept picturing Liam's pale, lifeless face, the flatline on the monitor, the desperate look in Dominic's eyes.
Dominic reaches over and takes my hand, his touch a grounding force amidst the chaos.
"He's going to be okay, Hailley," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "He's a fighter. He's a King."
I nod, but I can't bring myself to speak. My throat is tight, my stomach a knot of dread. I'm scared. So scared. Scared of what we'll find when we get to the hospital.
My eyes were red and swollen. Dominic had forced me to eat this morning, as I’ve not had an appeti
