Dr. Romero led me to the room that Brooke was in, and I hesitated at the door because now that I was here it felt scary and real.
I heard the reassuring and constant beep-beep-beep of a heart monitor, and the noises of other machines I had no idea about working.
I felt like my blood was running cold, and my hands were clammy and shaky. There might as well have been an invisible barrier in the doorway because I couldn’t force myself to take that final step into the room.
I sort of knew what to expect - she was going to be beaten up, there would be tubes and wires, and she would have a mask to help her breathe. But actually looking at her in a coma and knowing that she might not make it through the night was terrifying.
I almost asked if I could go back and get Blake, but this was somet
