Chapter 15 - Everett Finds His Voice Again
“Come on, Everett! Don't you dare die on me after everything we’ve survived!” Willa shouted, tears blurring her vision as she pushed harder.
With a violent, convulsive shudder, Everett’s back arched off the mattress as his lungs dragged in a massive, ragged breath of fresh air.
The heart monitor stuttered, skipped a beat, and then snapped back into a strong, steady rhythm that filled the room with reassuring green light.
Everett’s heavy eyelids fluttered open slowly, revealing piercing, ice-blue eyes that stared directly up at the ceiling with overwhelming fury.
He turned his head with agonizing effort, his gaze locking onto Willa’s face as she collapsed backward against the edge of the mattress.
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His lips parted dryly, and for the first time in eight months, a low, gravelly voice scraped out from the depths of his throat.
“Get... my... phone,” Everett rasped, his voice sounding like grinding stones as he looked at his terrified, trembling wife.
