They sat together, in the tiny, white, sterilized, closet sized room that the hospital called a waiting area. Morgan sat like a statue in the back of the room, dark circles under her eyes and her face white. Lacy sat to her left, gripping her hand. Zeke sat to her right, silent but present. Across the room Ty leaned against a wall, also silent and stirring his coffee. Demon was pretending to read a magazine but it was upside down. Wolf sat nearest the door, his legs shaking, elbows on his knees and face buried in his hands.
Iris was in surgery, she had been alive when the doctors pulled her gently from his arms and though he'd be reluctant to let go of her, he was glad she made it to the hospital. The amount of blood she'd lost was astounding. She could be dying, might not survived surger
