Chapter 92

Walking into the hospital, Macey and Zoe paced out the front of Emily’s and Ben’s room. Tears streaked both their faces, and Macey’s eyes were puffy, so I knew whatever was going was terrible because Macey never cries, she never gets emotional, she kept her walls high and took on the world with a no f*uks given attitude. My stomach plummets as I approach them. My entire body was shaking, the moment I got to them, the door opened, and the Doctor stepped out. A grim expression on his face. Macey instantly turned to face him, but Doc’s shoulders dropped. “Well?” she asks.

Doc looked tired, and I couldn’t imagine having his job, having to deliver bad news to families or parents. Bad news was exactly what we got when he spoke.

“As you know, Ben deteriorated overnight. His blood test when he first came in showed some hope, he wasn’t a full-blown forsaken, but now he is, his body is shutting down, his organs are failing, he doesn’t have much time left,” I s*w his words down and bite the inside of my lip to stop the quiver.

“Emily?” I ask, clearing my throat.

“The only thing keeping her alive is the machines. Without them, she will de,” Doc answers. We already knew that, but I had some hope. Doc just killed that hope.

“Is he still conscious?” Zoe asks.

“He keeps coming in and out. One minute he almost seems lucid the next, he is hurting himself or trying to attack the nurses,” Doc says.