The next five days were among the worst of Drew’s life. Amara had been incredibly lucky in that the bullet missed everything of importance, passing through muscle and exiting without too much damage being done. However, despite the best efforts of the hospital, an infection set in that almost cost him his life.
Aria had refused to leave his bedside and barely ate or slept the whole time. Drew, of course, stayed right there with him and drove himself insane with worry about both of them.