#Chapter 121 Savior
Rachel POV
Our Blessed Goddess Medical Center- Surgical Waiting Room Floor 3
"Do you think he'll be able to help? Save Ethan, I mean?"
My words came out mumbled and murmured because my lips felt numb.
Honestly, the numbness was spreading from my lips to my cheeks, my scalp, down my neck, and on and on until I felt as if I were an ice sculpture frozen in place by nameless fear. A ringing sound was echoing in my ears and only got louder the longer it took to get a reply.
Both Alphas with me seemed to want to do anything other than speak to me; Lindy Campbell was silently crying while clutching Nathan's hand with both hers as if she could hold him in place if she only tried hard enough.
I realized I wanted to slap the girl only when Tyler squeezed my wrist.
I didn't even remember raising my hand. All I could think about were the words 'extraordinary measures' and how Art Windsor was gone off to play savior for my brother while I was able to do nothing.
