Marcus's POV
"She's been in surgery for six hours."
I looked up. David Williams stood in the doorway of the surgical waiting room. I hadn't moved from this plastic chair. I still have Aria's blood on my hands, my clothes, and my face.
"Any update?" David asked.
"No, there is nothing, and they said it would be long, but it has already taken six hours, and I don't understand what is taking so long," I said, my voice coming out hoarse and raw.
"Complex injuries take time." He sat beside me. "I brought you clean clothes. You should change."
"I'm not leaving this room."
"There's a bathroom right there. Two minutes. You can't sit here covered in blood."
I looked down at myself and saw Aria's blood, which had dried now and turned dark, and it was a reminder of what she had done for me.
"I don't want to forget," I said quietly.
"Forget what?"
"I keep thinking about what she did and what it cost her, and if I clean this off or change clothes, it feels like…" I couldn't finish.
