Page 39 of The Moment Promised

“We’ll probably pump her stomach and give her an IV with fluids. She’s in great hands. You did the right thing bringing her when you did.” She smiles, glancing between Finn and I, and then widening her eyes. “Sit down, sir. We need a wheelchair over here!” she calls over her shoulder.

I frown, looking at her puzzled and then following her line of sight to Finn’s feet—They are shoeless, covered in blood.

“Oh my god, Finn!” Tears blur my vision.

“I’m okay, Ad. It looks worse than it is.” He somehow comforts me when I should be the one comforting him.

The nurse quickly places a wheelchair behind him, and he sits down and gets wheeled to the back.

I follow him, pausing at the room they took my mom into.

“Come with us, dear. You don’t want to see your mom like that.” She gestures to follow her.

“What if she dies?” I ask, going down a long hallway.

She takes a deep breath, walking us into a room sectioned off by a curtain. “Your mom is at very high risk. I won’t sugar coat it.” She gives me a sad smile.

Finn reaches up, squeezing my hand and rubbing circles on them as my spirit dies and eyes leak.

“Alcohol overdosealoneis very dangerous. The area of the brain that controls things like her breathing and heartrate can’t function correctly with that much alcohol in her blood stream.” She grabs a pair of gloves, putting them on. “If you didn’t bring her here when you did, there’s a high chance she would’ve died. But she’s here with the best team of nurses and doctors, and we are going to do everything we can to help her.”

I nod a few times, blinking away tears that keep falling.

“Ad—” Finn starts.

I stop him. “I’m okay.” I smile through fallen tears.

The nurse kneels, using a pair of medical tweezers to pull small shards of glass from the bottom of his foot.

He doesn’t flinch, he just stares at me with a world of worry in his eyes.

Instead of me comforting him, he does the opposite, rubbing up and down my arm.

Finn hands me my second cup of coffee for the night. It’s nearing midnight, my eyes falling heavy.

“You can go. Thanks for driving us,” I say as I take the Styrofoam cup from him.

He rolls his eyes as he sits next to me on the blue chair.

“I mean it. It’s late and you have no reason to be here.” I try to dismiss him, feeling bad he has to sit in this depressingly cold waiting room any longer.

He looks me head on. “I have every reason to be here, Adeline. Now stop, because we both know I’m not leaving.”

Despite this making me feel more guilty, it means everything to me, so I just nod and take a sip of coffee.

We haven’t heard anything about my mom. I’m hoping that’s a good thing, rather than a bad thing.

Finn’s feet are bandaged underneath the hospital bootie, and the nurse predicts they will heal rather quickly. He needs to keep them clean and wrapped for a few days and should be as good as new. It’s not a lot, but that news felt like a miracle given the situation.

“What if it’s my fault?” I whisper, like the reality of my statement shouldn’t be proclaimed at full volume.

Finn looks at me like I couldn’t be more wrong. “How could this be your fault?”

I decided to push her to rock bottom. I just never anticipatedthiswould be rock bottom. What if she never wakes up? After a few Google searches, I found out she could fall into a coma.

A freaking coma.

Maybe there was a different approach to help her, maybe if I had talked to her?—

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