Priscilla
“I’m right here, Jack,” I whisper to my stricken mate. He has been in a coma for two whole days. I lie beside him, holding our newborn son while listening to the continual arguments in the hallway. My father, his mother, and others argue about what to do while I lie here.
Quentin coos as he wakes up. His blue eyes look all over the room. No doubt, wondering what he was just born into.
The doctor wanders in to look at Jack. He had told me that Jack only had hours, but he has held on for days. He looks solemn as he checks the machines and looks at me then leaves without words.
I look down at Quentin and hold him tight to allow him to nurse. “Your father will be fine,” I tell him.
“Priscilla,” My mother sneaks quietly into the room as I am nearly asleep. “Sweetheart, you ne
