Chapter 4 - David Returns To Nora’s Hospital Bed With Quiet Fury
David slipped the secure phone back into his coat pocket and pushed open the heavy double doors of Nora’s intensive care unit.
The room smelled faintly of antiseptic and sterile gauze, masking the raw tragedy of what had been inflicted upon a nineteen-year-old girl.
Nora lay motionless beneath a white cotton sheet, her jaw locked tight by titanium wiring and surgical bands holding bone fragments together.
Dark purple bruises framed both of her eyes, swelling shut the gaze that usually looked at the world with bright, unshakeable optimism.
David pulled a metal chair close to the bedside, his calloused hand gently closing over her small, trembling, uninjured fingers.
“I’m here, sweetie. Daddy’s right here,” he murmured softly, leaning down to press his lips against her cold knuckles.
A weak, involuntary shudder passed through Nora’s frame, her fingers twitching slightly in response to his protective presence.
“They aren’t going to get away with this,” David promised the empty room in a tone that sounded like a death sentence.
May you like
He didn’t shed a single tear; grief had been cauterized out of his soul long ago, replaced by an absolute, cold-blooded mission.
The father who had spent nineteen years baking pancakes and driving to soccer practices had stepped aside for the Phantom Commander.
Related Stories
