Chapter 167 Relief

• The steady beeping of a heart monitor woke my senses first. Then came the blinding brightness of fluorescent lights bouncing off of pure white walls and the stingingly sterile smell of floor cleaner. Finally, as my vision focused, I saw Andrew sitting back in a chair next to my bed, Jeffrey forever standing guard in the corner closest to the door.
• “A-Andrew?” I croaked, my throat dry.
• Andrew lifted his head from his hand.