The air ambulance arrived shortly, and Nicholas was moved from the palace to the hospital in town. Kinsley joined him in the helicopter. She did not want him to go alone. His parents would be driven in and meet them there.
When they reached the hospital, Kinsley was at his side as the staff moved Nicholas to a private room. It worried Kinsley that he never woke, never stirred once during the transfer. His complexion was flush, almost white, and he was perspiring like he’d run a marathon in the sweltering heart. As she waited for the nurse, Kinsley placed her hand on his forehead and frowned with concern. He was very hot to the touch.
A nurse came in, and Kinsley stepped aside to allow her to do her job. The woman took all his vital signs, as Kinsley suspected Nicholas had a very high fever. The nurse gave him something intravenously to help with the fever. After an hour, the doctor came in and examined Nicholas once more. Prying his eyes open and flashing light in both, then checking his reflexes by running the tip of his pen along the bottoms of Nicholas’ feet to see if he would flinch. He did not, and Dr. Horton’s frown grew. “Nicholas is completely unresponsive,” Dr. Horton told her.
“What does that mean?” Kinsley asked.
“He is in a coma.”
Knisley’s heart almost stopped. “Coma?” She gasped in horror. “Radiation therapy can do that?”
“No, this is not a result of the therapy,” he assured her. “It is something else. It is possible the disease is progressing.”
supposed to combat the progression, not speed it
treatment is just guesswork at best,” he said as he recovered Nicholas’ feet with the bottom of
“You mean…”
leave the hospital,
Nicholas. She loved this man, but part of her almost hoped he did
doctor promised to do his best to wake Nicholas. He was running every test he could think of, and if he had to, he would run them all twice until he found out what had caused Nicholas’ heath
her face. She could not sit here with this man. She was going to go get a drink from the vending machine. She would not leave Nicholas alone with Matthew, but
up from her chair. “I am going to raid the vending machine. Would you like anything?”
to the end of the wall, where the vending machines were next to the fire stairwell. She was looking over the selection when Matthew walked over and stood next to her. He smiled at her, and she
my fiancé may die before we
did not think was genuine. “Why do not
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