Blair POV
Long hours passed. At one stage, I became aware of Sarah coming in to hand me food, food that I stared at blankly and pushed to one side. I had no appetite, no desire for anything other than to see my mate come through his surgery safely. Nurses flitted back and forth, asking if I needed anything and it took everything inside of me not to scream. Didn't they understand that the only thing I needed was Braedon? The endless waiting was torture. To my shock, the next visitor to come was not James, nor Sarah, but my father himself. He paused in the doorway, his eyes widening with shock as he took in how pale I was, how listless I looked as I stared dumbly at the space where Braedon's hospital bed had been in the room. The room felt cold and empty.
"Blair," my father said quietly, c
