Brandon turned his eyes to the hospital bed. Always steady and composed, he stood there now, looking completely lost.
He couldn't move. His legs felt like they were made of lead, glued to the floor. His hands rubbed against each other nervously, like a kid who knew he'd messed up.
Seeing that he wasn't coming any closer, Elena called softly, “Brandon? Brandon?”
Still, he didn't budge. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
It'd been ages since he'd heard her call him that.
He used to hear it only in his dreams.
What was going on with Elena?
After standing there frozen for a moment, he finally forced himself to walk over to her bedside.
The guy nearby chuckled. “Wow, you two definitely have some history. Wanna bet on what happened between you?”
He leaned on his h
