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I wiped the tears and looked at him. “What are you doing back here?”
“I brought you some things from the house, and I’m staying with you.”
“No, Christian. Go home. Go home to your girlfriend.”
“Not happening, bro.” He placed his hand on my shoulder. “I’m staying whether you like it or not. You’re my twin brother, and I’m feeling the pain and agony you’re feeling.”
He called for a nurse and had them bring in another chair.
“The boy. The one who hit Charlotte,” I said.
“What about him?”
“I was in his room, and he coded.”
“And?”
“I saved him. I didn’t want to, but I did.”
Christian reached over and placed his hand on mine. “You did the right thing, brother.”
“If he lives and she dies.” I shook my head as the tears formed in my eyes.
“Charlotte is going to pull through this. You have to believe that.”
I glanced over and saw Nathan and Jackson walk into the room.
“What are you two doing here?” I asked.
“You really didn’t think we’d let you stay here all night alone, did you?” Nathan said.
“You’re our brother, and we’re here for you and will be every step of the way,” Jackson said.
“Nathan, go home. Sofia needs you, and so do Ella and the baby.”
“Sofia wants me here. She’s fine. Plus, the rest of the family can be over in a flash if she needs anything.”
CHAPTER9
Conner
It had been a long week, and I’d barely left the hospital. My family visited every day, and even though Charlotte was in a coma, I knew she appreciated it. Sebastian brought me food every morning and night, and I was incredibly grateful to him. The boy in room 2512 ended up passing away a few nights ago, and as hard as they tried to bring him back, they couldn’t.
It was eight-thirty p.m., and I had my head down on Charlotte’s arm when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Lifting my head, I saw Everly Remington standing there.
“Hi, Conner.”
“Everly,” I spoke with fear. “What—”
“Relax. There’s no need to be scared. Asher and I flew in last night because he and Shaun met today about a project they’re working on. I was in my hotel room this morning when a boy appeared. I’m so sorry about Charlotte.”
“Can you see or feel her?”
“No.” She shook her head. “But the boy is here. He wants me to tell you that he is so sorry for what happened. He never meant to cause anyone harm.”
“Well, he did, and I will never forgive him for what he put Charlotte through, not to mention my family and me. Do you hear me, you son-of-a-bitch?” I looked around.
“He said he doesn’t want your forgiveness, and he’s not asking for it. He just needed to tell you how sorry he is and won’t move on until I tell you. He said if he could return to that day, he would never have stolen that car.”
