I watch him, how his chest rises and falls peacefully as I run a stressful hand through my hair. With his blood cleaned up, his busted lip healing, his gashes still looking rough, black eye still making me worried, and his once dislocated shoulder back in place, I want to know what happened. What he meant by him finally being free. Placing my head down on the side of the bed, I lace my fingers with his, tears still forming as I still replay an hour ago in my head. My phone rings once more, my body too emotionally drained to even think about a social conversation as I just want to know if Flynn is okay. If he will wake up soon? Looking up, I rest my chin upon my hand, watching his hunter green eyes still shut as I just want to see them open. I just want to see him opening his eyes and a smi
