Damon
"What about her friend?" I asked.
"She's in surgery," the man responded.
"Leave us," I said, dismissing them all.
I pulled the stool beside her bed closer and sat. She looked different. Her skin was somehow paler than normal, making her look overly lifeless.
Her mouth was open as a result of the tube that was shoved into her throat. Was it that bad? I questioned myself. Was my absence really that bad? Did it warrant an attack on her? The hotel was supposed to be safe?!
Questions like that swirled in my mind until the familiar soft vibration on my phone happened in my pocket. It was Frank.
I couldn't hear a word he said, and I didn't know whether it was because I had still not quite accepted the situation or the fact that I simply hated the smell of hospitals, and I hated the f
