Chapter 97

Greg

I hustled into the hospital just as Mecael was gently pushing from Mesta.

Wow.

The connection the two had was unexplainable. Their relationship very questionable but I was not in a position to talk about how that any longer. I had said enough.

"How is she?"

Mecael turned to me. All color had drained from his face. His body now seemed like an empty vessel.

"Mecael…"

"She could be dead." It was Mesta who spoke.

"Oh Greg," I called my voice filled with pity. I stepped forward and pulled him into my arms. His hands wrapped tightly around me and my man allowed himself to break.

He sobbed so hard that he was unable to hold himself up anymore. He slid to the floor and I followed still holding him.

He wept in my arms so bitterly that my heart hurt for him.

He chocked on his sobs,his fingers groping my shirt.

I did not want to tell him that I had talked to him about this.

Not one of our conversations passed without me mentioning it to him.

Their relationship was going to be the end of th