Shayna
There were so many voices floating in and out of my room. Visitors. Loved ones. Friends. People I cared about and the ones who cared about me. My grandmother came and along with her, she brought the scent of fresh cut flowers. If I knew her like I know I do, then they were tulips, roses, and Lilly's from her garden.
Miles was a constant figure in the room. I could feel his presence. I could hear his whispers when no one else was in the room. He would cry about his guilt and his pain. He told me all about the pretty nurses he saw and how he had them sign the cast he had put on. His wolf was still new, and the bones were taking longer to heal than the doctors said. At least, that is what he told me. He would sometimes cry, begging for me to wake up. I wanted to badly to take him in
