Chapter 144

[Cordelia]

The four of us rush towards Angelica's room. A thousand different scenarios are playing in my head as we all skid around the corner, none of them prepare us for what we find when we make it to her room.

Her machines are fine. She's exactly as she was.

The person in the bed next to her is the one who is in dire need.

The nurses in the room create a barrier between us and the other patient by pulling a long, wide curtain in the space between the two beds, but not fast enough for me to miss seeing the body in the bed convulsing as the patient struggles to breathe around a tube that was keeping them alive.

The curtain isn't enough to protect us from the sounds of the doctors and nurses working frantically to stop the patient from seizing, nor does it stop us from hearing them say "critical condition," or "they are going flatline!"

"Dear God," Atlas says under his breath pulling me in tighter.

We all turn to look at Angelica. We had all thought it was her. At that moment we