Cole's POV
His mind felt like someone ran a chain saw through it. "What the hell." He groaned, trying to roll over in bed but being hit by a guard rail.
"Cole! Hey man, are you awake? Can you hear me?" A voice came from his left, but he couldn't bring himself to move yet. Couldn't make his broken brain make sense of the words. A hand touched his shoulder, the soft touch of a friend.
He finally slid onto his back and took a deep breath. After another minute, he managed to turn his head. Emma was standing there, her eyes rimmed with red from the tears running down her face. David stood behind her, and while he wasn't crying, Cole could see that he had been.
"What happened?" He asked, his throat as dry as coals.
"Here, drink this first," Emma said. She handed him a chunky purple drink.
