CHAPTER 53
DEVLIN
More than six hours had passed from the time we all camped outside of the OR– family and friends came and went and came again after grabbing some food to place in their stomachs...except me, I didn’t feel like chowing down anything. Antonio gave me coffee from time to time, which was enough to relieve my parched throat, but I refused any food he offered.
Dax called several times asking if he could visit, but I advised him to stay home. It was more convenient for him to stay there since the strong scent of disinfectant in hospitals was not suitable for children, not to mention that many microorganisms floated in the air, despite sanitation. His young body could contract a disease, which was the last thing we needed in this situation. Dax understood but made me promise
