~Louise~
“Louise, oh my Goddess, are you okay, sweetheart?” Mum ran into the room. She tossed her bag aside and hurried to my bedside. It landed with a rattle on the floor beside the bed and flew open. All her makeup and other personal items spilled over the floor.
“Does it hurt?” She brushed my hair back and then checked for any signs of injury. “Doctor Anderson told me he had to fix your stitches.”
“Mum, I’m okay now,” I admitted, glancing at Tyrone for support.
“Louise is fine,” Tyrone soothed, standing from the bed. “Thankfully, it wasn’t bad.”
Mum fussed over me, checking every inch. Once she was satisfied, she stood back and shook her head. “You pushed yourself too hard! But it looks like he stitched you up with no issue.”
“It was quick.” Tyrone turned to us, sliding his hands
