Chapter 92

*a few days later* "Seth ... what do you think about going to therapy?" said his father suddenly. He lifted Seth's head, his hand still tight around Sarah's slightly cold but pale hands. Her breathing was steady and the sparks were so small. Virus was worried, his whimpers sounding over and over through his head as he pushed day and night for her and her wolf to wake up. When he came back to his senses, he answered his father. "What ... with the therapy?" he finally murmured in a curious tone. Jupiter came near the hospital bed and pulled up a chair to sit next to him. It squeaked on the floor, making an unbearable noise. Seth winced at the sound and did not like it one bit. It was like claws scratching across a chalkboard. He quickly turned to his father, who had his full attention on him. Seth seemed hesitant about what he was going to say, because his father was not used to seeing him speak. "I mean... Some help from a therapist. After what your ...," he paused, sounding bitter, "Mo