I hated myself for the way my heart clenched every time the monitors beeped. Each controlled beat of Elias's heart was a reminder of the hours I'd spent sitting here, refusing to move. I'd spent hours being unable to breathe properly, being unable to think of anything other than the fact that Elias as like this because of me.
I had spent hours refusing to let go of his hand even when the nurses came in to check his vitals. My fingers ached from how tightly I clutched his, but I couldn't stop, perhaps a part of me feared he'd slip away if I let go.
I still couldn't believe this was happening, I couldn't believe that I'd actually gotten to him so much, I couldn't believe I'd pushed him to this because I'd thoughtlessly flaunted Rafael in his face. It seemed like I'd finally gone too far.
