#Chapter 125: However Long It Takes

Ollie’s POV I sit in one of the chairs pulled up to Hugh’s hospital bed, waiting for him to open his eyes again. Though we are out of danger now, it’s difficult to allow myself to relax in conditions like these, with Hugh lying there, wires and tubes connected all over him. At least the heart monitor is beeping steadily, mirroring his heartbeat. Now that the medical staff have removed the silver bullet, it’s up to his body to repair the remaining damage. I can’t tell if it’s working. The beeping gives me hope, but sometimes it’s hard to focus with the tears in my eyes and the fear in my heart. His mother, Diane, sits in another chair an equal distance from Hugh on the other side of the bed. She watches Hugh like I do, with a worn expression on her face. Other than filling her in on what happened, we haven’t really said more than two words to each other, and my other mates did most of the talking in that case as well. Conrad, Declan, and Wes are still in the hospital somewhe