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As I laughed uncontrollably, the room started spinning. Realizing what was about to happen, I flopped down on the cold hospital floor and promptly passed out.

CHAPTER 18

Sebastian

Fifty percent chance of ever walking again.

That was what the doctors told me.

Fifty.

Fuck.

Two days after my latest brush with death, I lay in my hospital bed, flipping a quarter between my fingers. I didn’t even remember where I’d gotten the coin. It had seemingly just appeared in my hand between one moment and the next.

In the chair next to the bed, Damien sat slouched against the wall, head lolling against his shoulder as he snored.

I flipped the coin in the air and caught it before it hit the bed.

Heads: I’d walk again.

Damien shifted in his sleep, grumbling as he struggled to get comfortable in his awkward position, then immediately drifted off again.

My brother had barely slept over the last several days, while I seemed to do nothing but sleep. Even at that moment, I’d only been awake for about an hour and already I felt the need to shut my eyes.

I flipped the coin again.

Tails: I’d never walk again.

We had no idea who to trust and Damien had taken over the job of guarding me himself. However, that couldn’t last forever. There were too many people after us. David Russo, and the entire Mariano family by extension. The traitors within the FBI. The perpetrators of the pedophile ring. They were all tied together, and all looking to put me and my brother six feet under.

The coin flipped.

Tails: I’d never walk again.

No one had said it yet, but we would need to disappear for a while, just like we had before.

But would it even be possible with me in such a state?

What about Damien and his new relationship?

Or mine with Newt for that matter. I didn’t want to give him up to go on the run for god’s sake.

We could stay at the hospital for a time, but our enemies would catch us sooner or later.

On the opposite side of my hospital bed, a cot had been pulled into the room. Newt lay among the meager bedding, fast asleep. He’d gotten about as much rest as Damien, maybe less as he constantly hounded my doctors for information.

He was lucky to walk away so easily from the fight with the hospital administrator who tried to kill us. Cuts and bruises could have been much worse. The man wasn’t a fighter. He’d gotten lucky, and only survived because his opponent wasn’t a fighter either. If our enemies had sent a proper assassin after me that night, Newt wouldn’t be alive now.

However, he was safe, and Madine Constella had been dragged off in handcuffs. She was being questioned by the FBI at that very moment. I didn’t expect they would get much out of her, mostly because my opinion of the FBI was at an all time low, but it was a start.

Coin flip.

Heads: I’d walk again.

With the beeping of so many machines, and the noise of the hospital right outside my door, the room was never completely quiet. So, I didn’t notice Newt waking up until his beautiful blue eyes were staring at me.

“Sebastian? You’re awake. How are you? Do you need anything?”

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