I want to breathe.
I want to feel alive again.
I don’t want to feel the pain.
I want it all back, but it’s gone.
I hear every sound, every laugh, every cry. People move around me frantically, but I can’t take my eyes off the sliding glass doors. There’s a violent storm outside and rain is hammering down against the concrete, dirt, and dry leaves. Sirens flash as ambulances roll up under the port.
My stomach is empty, my heart is hurting, and I can’t move.
“Callie,” Seth says. “Callie, look at me.”
I blink my gaze off the door and stare into his brown eyes filled with worry.
He takes my hand in his, his skin warm and comforting. “He’s going to be okay.”
I stare at him, trying not to cry, because I know I’m stronger than that. “Okay.”
He lets out a slow sigh and pats my hand. “You know what, I’m going to go see if he can have visitors yet.” He gets up from the chair and walks across the packed waiting room to the receptionist desk.
He’ll be alright.
He has to be.
Deep down, I know that’s not true. His wounds and breaks may heal on the outside and cover with scars. On the inside the healing will take longer and I wonder what Kayden will be like when I see him again—who he’ll be.