Chapter 125

After another half hour had painstakingly dragged by, one of the doctors came into the room. He approached me and Micah and wiped the sweat from his brows. "You are Armani's brother?" he asked. "Yes." "I would like to speak with you alone." "I'll be outside," I said to Micah, but he shook his head. "Please stay with me." The doctor sighed wearily. "The surgery on your brother can be considered a success. However," he continued quickly as we breathed sighs of relief, "His injuries are great. His body isn't able to heal fast enough to keep up. He's also lost a large amount of blood. We don't know if he'll make it through the night." Micah stared at him and I could see the questions and fears in his eyes. His chest rose and fell as his breath came out in rapid bursts. "But he will right?" "He has a thirteen percent chance of survival. We did all that we could do. If he makes it 'till tomorrow, he'll have a highe