#Chapter 76: The Right Words

Kayla The soft beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room, save for the quiet hum of the hospital hallway. It had been hours, and Noah still wasn’t awake. Hours. And the doctors claimed that they couldn’t find a reason for his sudden coma. This was all too familiar for comfort. My father. He had gone down in a similar fashion; one moment he was fine, the next he was unconscious. Granted, he hadn’t foamed at the mouth and had a fit of rage. But the sudden coma was awfully familiar. Too familiar for comfort. Nicholas was standing by the window, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He hadn’t moved in at least ten minutes, barely even blinking as he stared out into the dark parking lot below. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across his face, but even in the dim light, I could see the tightness in his jaw. He was worried about his friend. Not that he would ever admit it, of course. That would make him seem weak i