(TYLER)
The only thing that is keeping me from losing my mind is the steady beeping of the monitor. It comforts and torments me at the same time. It is proof that Sasha still clings to life, but also a reminder of how precarious that hold is.. I sit up curled on the uncomfortable chair, knees drawn to my chest.
If only I had been more alert. If only I had seen the danger sooner, Sasha wouldn't have been shot. It should be me lying in this bed and not him. Sasha has always risked everything to protect me. Now, I watch the steady rise and fall of his chest, hoping that he will survive this nightmare.
I reach out and touch Sasha's hand, careful to avoid disturbing the IV line running through him. His skin feels cool, nothing like the usual warmth that I'm used to. "Why, why didn't you just let me―"
