The acrid stench of hospital disinfectant hung so thick in the air it made my stomach churn.
Liam had suffered a severe crushed fracture in his leg, which required pins to set, and he would need a long period of bed rest to heal.
I was here taking care of him partly out of basic decency, and partly because he'd actually saved Charlie's life.
But I kept a polite, arms-length distance between us the whole time.
I fed him, bathed him, fetched him water.
We only talked about his treatment. Never anything about us.
Liam's parents had rushed over too, and the way they looked at me was tangled up in conflicting emotions.
Part of their gaze blamed me for what happened to their son, and part was gratitude that I was here taking care of him.
When Liam finally woke up and saw me sitting by h
