RAZE.
I stood by the sick bed, watching him breathe with the help of the oxygen machine. For the first time in my life, I felt that hollow ache of fear, the kind that grips your chest and won't let go. I was terrified I might lose one of my brothers.
Azrael had been lying there for more than twenty-four hours. The doctors' explanation for his illness didn't make sense, and it didn't comfort me.
"Is there anything I can do to help him, Devale?" I asked, my voice barely steady. The doctor was checking him carefully.
"No. Nothing so far," he said, shrugging and taking a step back. "Were you at the scene of the accident?"
"You mean where he fought with Jax?" I corrected him. He nodded. I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared at Azrael. "He was there with Rox, Jax, and a few others. It happened during lunch."
"He didn't eat. I heard he took the new student to eat," Doc Devale said, removing his stethoscope and placing it on the tray the nurse was holding.
