The billionaire's bodyguard (MxM)

part 26

The surgery room was a whirlwind of activity as Ethan was prepped for surgery. The medical team moved with practiced efficiency, their faces masked in concentration as they worked to address his injuries. Davis stood at the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Ethan being wheeled into the operating room.

Time seemed to stand still as Davis waited anxiously in the sterile hallway. Every passing minute felt like an eternity, filled with a mix of fear and hope. He clung to the belief that Ethan would pull through, praying silently for a successful outcome.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doors to the operating room swung open, and a weary-looking surgeon emerged. Davis's heart skipped a beat as he waited for the news, his stomach churning with anticipation.

"The surgery was challenging, but we managed to stabilize him," the surgeon announced, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "He's in recovery now, but he's not out of the woods yet. We'll need to monitor him closely in the coming days."

Relief flooded through Davis as he heard the news, his shoulders sagging with the weight of tension that had been building inside him. He thanked the surgeon profusely before hurrying to Ethan's side in the recovery room.

Ethan lay pale and still on the hospital bed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. Davis took his hand in his own, his fingers trembling slightly as he squeezed Ethan's hand gently.

"Ethan, it's me," Davis murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You're going to be okay. I'm here with you."

Slowly, Ethan's eyes fluttered open, his gaze unfocused as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. Davis's heart swelled with relief at the sight of Ethan awake and alert, his presence a beacon of hope in the darkness.

In the days that followed, Ethan's recovery was slow but steady. Davis remained by his side day and night, offering words of encouragement and support as Ethan regained his strength. Together, they faced the challenges ahead with courage and determination, their love serving as a guiding light in the darkness.

As Ethan continued to recover in the hospital, the days passed in a blur of medical appointments, physical therapy sessions, and visits from loved ones. One afternoon, as the sun dipped low in the sky, Ethan's parents arrived at the hospital, their faces etched with concern and relief.

Davis greeted them at the door, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep but filled with gratitude at their presence. They embraced him tightly, their hugs a silent reassurance that they were all in this together.

Entering Ethan's room, they found him propped up in bed, a tired but genuine smile gracing his lips as he saw them. Tears welled in his eyes as he reached out to embrace them, overwhelmed by the love and support they offered.

"Ethan, my dear boy," his mother whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We're here for you, always. We'll make sure to get to the bottom of what happened, I promise you that."

His father nodded solemnly, his expression determined as he clasped Ethan's hand in his own. "We won't rest until we know the truth," he vowed, his voice filled with conviction.

Tears pricked at the corners of Ethan's eyes as he listened to his parents' words, their unwavering support filling him with a sense of strength and determination. He knew that he was not alone in this ordeal, that his parents would do everything in their power to uncover the truth and seek justice for him.

In the days that followed, Ethan's parents remained by his side, their presence a constant source of comfort and reassurance. Together, they navigated the challenges of Ethan's recovery with courage and resilience, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.