Chapter 94 Instinct

Arthur had been unconscious for what felt like an eternity. His breaths were shallow, and his skin never regained an ounce of color. I was starting to wonder if he would ever wake up. Maybe Noah had messed up the change somehow. His body lay still, a fragile vessel suspended between life and death. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the beeping of the machines. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, my heart heavy with despair.