Keaton's POV
It's been 19 hours. Nineteen hours since I've seen my mate's eyes. Seen her smile. Even just had some sort of response when I hold her hand. Nineteen hours I've been sitting here in this chair waisting time, unable to focus on anything other than Grace's chest rising and falling. I feel like it's the only thing keeping me sane right now. I've been here for so long the doctor's shift ended, she went home slept then came back. She was right. Grace wasn't even close to waking up at any point last night. But I'm not moving. I refused to leave her alone even for a second just in case she wakes up. She's blind and I don't know if she really understood anything we were telling her when she woke up last time.
"You've been here a long time." the doctor says to me sitting in
