SAMANTHA
I sat next to Noah who still lay unconscious, stroking his hand as I watched him.
The electronic vital signs monitor beeps, continuously spiking my anxiety even more.
Stressed was an understatement compared to what I'd felt the past few days since Noah was brought to town. I had refused to leave his side, only going home to shower before reporting back every single day.
I had skipped work ever since but Luca made sure that incurred no repercussions and he had been so supportive, always checking in on me and Noah even when I knew all too well that this wasn't a scenery he liked.
Noah was progressing at a very slow pace, but regressing farther down sometimes but the hospital was doing everything and all they could to keep him stable.
I wasn't doing too well myself as I was emaciating because I was barely eating and when I did, I didn't take a sustainable amount.
