Chapter 33

Thirty-Three

Damon

We got to the hospital, and they took Isla into the back. I went as far as I could until someone stopped me and said, “We think there’s going to be bleeding on the brain. We might need to get in there. We need to do some tests and look. We might be getting her on a Life Flight to Denver. Give me a second.”

Dr. Marsh followed the crew back, and I waited. I wasn’t good at waiting. All the adrenaline pumped through me, and I pounded my fist against the wall. A nurse tried to stop me but then backed away.

I clung to the wall and pressed my cheek against it. I should never have left her. I should’ve just walked in with her. It would’ve been better than this. I slid to the floor, and sobs racked my body.

I wasn’t sure how long I lay there like that. Eventually, McCrae joined me, along with Noah and Canyon and my dad. Sitting on the floor next to me, my dad held me. I was shaking so hard.

“It’s okay, son. It’s okay. God will see us through this. It’s okay.”

I sobbed harder. “It’s all my fault. I never should have left her.”