(Tracey’s POV)
I’m so d*mn tired.
I haven’t slept properly since the accident a few days ago. Grant still hasn’t really woken up because they keep him pumped up with painkillers and Lizzy is going stir-crazy in her room.
They’ve kept her here so they could keep a closer eye on her head injury since her second CT scan showed some blood on the brain. Though she hasn’t really wanted to be released, either. She goes down to sit with Grant as often as they allow it.
I don’t blame her. If it were Lucas in that bed, God forbid, I’d be the same way. When she goes downstairs to the ICU, I usually stay behind and try to lie down for a little while. Lucas hates me being here alone, but I feel safe with José and Richie at the door.
He goes with his mom, though. Reluctantly, but he goes.
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