#Chapter58
There were four other beings in the small hospital room besides himself, but Jamie could only seem to focus on one.
Three anchor-wheeled gurneys were pressed side by side, the sleeping, recovering forms of his lucky-to-be-alive friends lost beneath the tangles of thin blankets. Liam was at the end, burns patched up and hooked up to a machine that filled the room with a soft, mechanical beeping, but the other two slept on unhindered.
The word selfish came to mind, among many, but as he sat in the flimsy, uncomfortable chair that had, like Stryker's chair, been pushed to the end of the beds, he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from his Daddy's sleeping face.