Nathan remained still in the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling with the steady breathing of the oxygen mask that rested on his face. The room was silent, aside from the soft beeping of the machines, which had already become familiar to the family.
Anna sat beside him, her hand grasped tightly around his, her eyes were red and tired. Caleb stood by the window, his arms crossed tightly, his face was filled with worry.
Gabriel on the other hand stood by the door, staring at his son. He felt he had failed him as a father, it was all thanks to him that Nathan accepted Natasha and Leo as his. Hannah sat in the corner of the room, her legs were up to her chest, and her eyes darting from her brother to the machines surrounding him.
Nathan's fingers suddenly jerked. Anna gasped, leaning in closer to him. "Nathan?" she said, her voice shaking. "Sweetheart, can you hear me?"
