Olivia
I stood there outside Nathan’s room, feeling myself waver in front of him. I remembered pitching forward and being caught by his strong arms. I remembered him carrying me down to the car as though I weighed nothing, and I remembered his hand holding mine as he drove me to the emergency room.
After that, a sudden fever took over me and I became too delirious to consciously remember anything.
When I came back to my senses, there was an IV in my arm, two nurses and a doctor standing around me with concerned looks on their faces, and Nathan was nowhere to be found.
The sterile hospital room enveloped me, a stark reminder of my vulnerability.
“N-Nathan?” I mumbled, looking around confusedly.
“He’s in the waiting room,” one of the nurses, a gentle older man, said as his face came i
