Inside the hospital room, Theo lay on the bed with his eyes closed. Maeve sat in a chair on one side, one hand hooked to an IV, the stand beside her. Julian stood on the other side, his hand hooked to an IV as well.
Maeve was crying, but she was busy wiping Theo's tears.
Julian was also crying, and busy holding Theo down.
Theo was unconscious, but his body kept trying to get out of the bed. He struggled against Julian's hold, his mouth moving, mumbling something.
Sonia could not make out the words. But the sight of the young woman fighting to get out of bed while unconscious, tears streaming from closed eyes, took her breath away.
She was almost certain she could hear Theo mumbling Arthur over and over again.
Sonia clenched her jaw. She could not go in and ask him to stop the storm. Not now. Not like this.
She turned her head slowly to look at Liam's face. She was curious what his expression would be, watching his friends suffer like this.
