Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather

nd the place quiet. He walked upstairs, searching ar

unfamiliar voice cra

is heart tightening in h

Henry Thompson, was brought in last night.

nd Asher. His pulse hammered. "What?" His voice dr

rained. "A car accident, sir. Fatal injuries. He is curre

ords sank in. The anger that had driven him here evaporated, replaced by panic clawing a

he sped to the hospital. His mind replayed every argument between him

emergency ward, his breath was ragged, fac

, clipboard in hand, eyes

he?" Asher

plea

he?" Ash

ere was tension behind it. "Your son

arply. "And no one thoug

nd wallet were missing, possibly stolen. We only identified him this morning through ho

is. "I do not understand w

e was, there was nothing to inform. He had no identification, no phone. It was pure

control fraying. But before he could respond, the soun

ng towards them was

, face pale, her breath

Where is he? Where is my son, doctor?" she aske

glance, her entire focus t

obbled under the weight of

n radiating off both parents, gestured toward a

doctor, panic storming behind her eyes. B

d but he trailed si

sterile room with harsh fluorescent lighti

d as he closed th

e sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable. "Henry, your son, suffered severe

her mouth, al

s voice ice cold but bri

s significant spinal damage. His lower spine was crushed in

Speak to me," Ash

al and long term recovery requires a spinal graft. A donor. Speci

psed into the chair, tears pouring down he

a risk of total paralysis spreading. His vitals are unstable. We

g in his ears. "Money?" he asked bluntly. "I

oney. It is about compatibility. It is genetic, impossible to buy your wa

s broken by Evelyn's sobs, her

see him," A

nscious, barely, but disoriented. It is best you bot

oud cry when she hear

towards Evelyn to console

she warned him, as

yn, then turned to t

-

of antiseptic and quiet despair. The dull beep of monitors fi

rd and Dr Grayson paused, hand on th

ht of Henry shattered the

ms, oxygen mask secured over his face. De

, her hand flying to her mo

n the doorway, his thro

is hand, her tears falling onto the be

tered faintly, a wea

istance until he stood on the other side of th

whisper, raw with unshed grief as he look

parting, the faintest wh

arder, squeezin

t against Henry's, fingers cur

son, fierce and pained. "I need to know those who brought him in last n