My heart lurches at Neil’s words.
“Neil,” I say, as gentle as I can. He’s looking at me like I’m some kind of angel, eyes full of awe. “You aren’t dead.”
He seems confused at first, as if the words surprise him. Then he places a hand on his own chest, then his shoulder where the silver is. He’s likely under the influence of many painkillers, yet he still winces when he makes contact with the wound.
“I found you passed out on the floor,” I say.
He looks around the room. “I’m in the hospital.”
“Yes. Your brothers and I brought you here. You were barely breathing Neil.”
“I have to get out of here.” There’s a sudden shift in him. His eyes are wide with alarm, he’s trying to detach his IV.
“Neil, stop,” I start, pushing at his shoulders. I’m still in the bed with him, but I can’t seem t
