#Chapter 69: A Bond Repaired

It had been five days since Arthur collapsed. It had taken a full day for the staff and doctors to convince me that Arthur wasn't dead. He was just in a magically induced coma. His soul was far away, fighting a battle that we couldn't help him win. Every day and every night, I was at his bedside. Just like I had been when he was recovering at the hospital. I was terrified to leave. I was so afraid that if I left for even a minute, something would happen that I could have prevented if I'd only just been there. I had staff bring me food and water. I took extremely quick showers, if they could even be called that. I would stand in the open doorway with a soapy rag and just run it over my body, watching Arthur for any signs of life. On the fifth day, Noah came to the house. I didn't have the energy to send him away, even though I knew full well that Arthur wouldn't want him in the house. I didn't care about their stupid feud. It didn't matter anymore.