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#Chapter 88: The Hospital

Nina

“Nina… Taylor is in the hospital.”

I felt my heart drop as I registered what my mother just told me over the phone. Everything, from the Half- Moon Tournament to the Mad Wolf serum to Luke’s sudden transformation, seemed like nothing now.

“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” I said hastily, hanging up as a knot formed in my stomach.

“Nina? Is everything okay?” Enzo asked from behind. I turned around to see him still standing by the fire, looking at me with a concerned expression on his face. Luke was pulling on a pair of jeans behind him, but was also looking at me as he did so. It felt odd to see Luke with an actual expression on his face, and for there tobe meat and flesh on his bones, but right now it hardly registered to me.

“I-I have to go,” I said, taking a few steps backwards. “It’s my brother. He’s in the hospital.”

Both Enzo’s and Luke’s eyes widened. Enzo jogged toward me. “I’ll take you on the motorcycle,” he said.

“No,” I replied. “I’ll borrow Lori’s car I’ll keep you updated, though. Just focus on Edward and the Half-Moon tournament.”

Enzo nodded, and before either of them said anything else, I turned on my heel and ran back toward the campus. Lori was thankfully still awake when I got home, playing a video game on the TV

“Can I borrow your car for the night?” I asked breathlessly as I ran through to my room and began stuffing clothes and toiletries in my backpack.

Lori paused her game and turned around on the couch to face me. “Uh… Sure, I guess?” she responded. “Is everything okay?”

brother,” I replied, running out of my room with my bag haphazardly packed already. “He’s in

her face drawn with worry. “Here,” she said, tossing them to me. “Be careful, okay? And keep me

I responded, giving my roommate a quick hug before sprinting out of the dorm

staying. I was certain I had broken several traffic laws on the way, but thankfully there was no one on the roads with it being so late, so I

room and jumped up when I burst in through the double

the first time in my life, my mother’s usually-cold face was full of worry. I, however, was just angry with her for not getting Taylor the help he needed and for letting it get

he?” I

mother called a nurse over, who led us to the hospital room where Taylor

into the pit of my stomach

a breathing tube down his throat, his eyes were closed, and

my bag on the floor and running over to the side of his bed. I gripped the bed

very sorry,” the nurse said quietly “His symptoms were so severe that

you know what’s wrong

doesn’t seem to have any sort of tumor or anything

nurse muttered another word of apology before leaving, shutting the sliding door behind her to give us privacy. Once we were alone, I felt my mother’s hand on my back. I shrugged her off

I growled, feeling rage bubble up inside of me. “He’s been telling you for years that he’s been in pain, and

responded, walking around the hospital bed and sitting in the folding chair across from it as the methodical

my grip was tightening on Taylor’s wrist and I let go

my mother whispered. There were tears in her own eyes and her lower lip was quivering.” It’s not

asked. “What’s so difficult about getting your son the medical help

been the last time I saw him. His cheeks were gaunt and his eyes were sunken in.