32On The Seventh DaySince he and Jacob had brought Billy to the hospital, Soren had come each day to sit by Billy’s side, waiting for him to come to full consciousness.
When they’d found him on the street outside the house five nights ago, slumped half on the road and half on the sidewalk, a river of blood still flowing from him, they’d thought he was dead. He was pale and unresponsive with barely a pulse. If they hadn’t known he was an angel, they’d have given up on him there and then.
Instead, they’d raced him to the only hospital still functioning in the Boston area, thirty miles outside of the city. In the vehicle he’d briefly came back round, and said one word, “Taz.” Nothing since. Just sleeping or staring with blank eyes.
Soren was frustrated. The doctor had told him that yesterd
