#Chapter 223: He Squeezed My Hand

I walk into Neil’s room with a strong determination. Neil needs to wake up. Steven believes that I’m the one who will be able to wake him. I hold onto that confidence, making it my own… Right up until I come to Neil’s bedside and get a truly good look at him. He looks even worse up close than he had through the window. He truly looks like a corpse lying there, the hospital bed his coffin. I feel like I’m at a viewing and should kneel down and pray. With how pale he is, I expect him to be cold, but when I take his hand, I nearly snap my hand away with how scalding hot he is. His body must be working overdrive to combat the poisoning. Or maybe it’s the poison itself searing him from the inside out. No matter how hot he’s burning, I take hold of his hand with both of mine, like I’m holding on for dear life. “Neil,” I say. The others brothers didn’t follow me in. I can feel their eyes on me through the window. It certainly adds to the pressure. Do they expect Neil to rouse straight a