Chapter 236
The Don Morgan's POV
I stood there, watching "The Serpent" through the glass doors of the ICU. His powerful frame seemed diminished amidst a forest of monitors and wires. The room wasn't quiet; it echoed with the shrieks of machines counting his labored breaths.
The chest tube beside him was slowly filling with dark red fluid a grim reminder that the battle inside his chest was far from over. In this place, he was no longer the man everyone feared; he was just a number on a monitor, waiting for the machines to grant him permission to keep living.
A bone-chilling cold swept through me as I watched his chest rise and fall with the harsh, mechanical rhythm of the ventilator. I gripped the metal door handle so hard my nails dug into my palm. A bitterness I had never known before coated my throat.
At that moment, I didn't see an ally or an enemy; I saw a long ribbon of blood and secrets that bound us together.
