BROOKE
We arrive at the hospital and slip into Hudson’s room.
There was no one around.
We look at Hudson and Willow comes up with me as we become one “What do we do to help mate?” She asks my mother.
My mother places her hand on Hudson’s hand and closes her eyes.
After a few moments, she opens them and smiles “I think you need to cry and a few more tears, he has been waiting for a while to come back and you are close to bringing him forward, he can feel you” she says.
I walk over to the bed and look at Hudson’s face; I can feel the urge to cry just by seeing him. I lean over and my tears drop onto him, a few of them.
The beeping on the monitors picks up more and a few seconds later once I move as there were no more tears to cry, Hudson’s hand moves slightly.
I look back at my mothe
