It had been a week since Elizabeth and Sawyer had discovered Sawyer’s sister badly mauled on the floor of his living room, but it felt like a lifetime ago. The days had all blurred into one as they tried to help her and make sure she was well tended to at all times.
Sawyer barely slept; he was scared that if he left Francesca for even a second something might happen to her.
Neither of them had experience caring for someone so badly injured. The only things they had on their side were the internet and the fact Sawyer had once been similarly attacked by the same group of people; he at the very least knew how she was feeling both emotionally and physically.
Elizabeth approached him – he was sat on the end of his bed watching his sister sleeping. She seemed to be resting more peacefully tod
