Chapter 14
Ethan let go of my hand and approached the still figure lying on the bed, the only sound the slow beeps of the machines monitoring Hamish’s vital signs. He pulled the chair closer to the bed and sat, hands trembling as he reached out to smooth the sheet covering his friend’s body.
His shoulders shook, overcome with emotion, and it took everything I had not to step forward and offer comfort. Ethan needed to do this on his own, or he would never free himself from the guilt over his part in the accident that had put Hamish in a coma.
It had taken a week for him to be ready to face this, a week in which the bond forged between us by shared adversity had strengthened as I worked to teach him how to control his abilities.
‘Hey, mate,’ said Ethan, his voice thick with tears. ‘Sorry
