Chapter 95

Darren didn’t look awake. His eyes were closed, his face slack, one arm still strapped to his chest and the other limp under Scott’s hand. He still looked shockingly white, but his hair was fluffier, like it had been washed, and the awful monitors were gone.

“Darren?” Jayden coaxed, going around to the other side of the bed and pulling up the spare chair.

His voice prompted a stir, or an almost stir—a shift of faint movement so tiny it was almost under the skin entirely, and then it rippled into his face, those brilliant green eyes glittering through tiny slits before he opened them properly, and oh…

Jayden felt the tears rushing up, and one escaped before he catch it. He scrubbed furiously with one hand, the other gently reaching out to tuck a curl behind Darren’s ear. “Oh, my God, you’re here,” he whispered, and his throat closed up with painfully sharp relief.