~Zayn's POV~
"I seriously do not want to lose him now," I sobbed into his shirt. "Not like this. Not when I just found him again after so many years. It's not fair, Evric. I just got him back and now he might leave forever."
"Hey, look at me," Evric said, pulling back just enough to wipe my eyes. "Be positive, Zayn. You have to be. This hospital is one of the best in the country; he's in good hands. We have to trust the process. Instead of thinking about the end, reach out to him. Call him or text him. He needs to know you're coming. Be his strength right now, because he's going to need it to fight."
I nodded slowly, forcing down the tight ache in my throat. With Evric standing firm beside me, refusing to let me slip back into the dark, a fragile sense of hope finally took root. I leaned closer and brushed a gentle, grateful kiss against his lips, wordless, but filled with thanks for being the light I hadn't realized I was searching for.
