Mark’s pov
We were discharged from the hospital yesterday and Sam’s dad took him home, saying he had already spent enough time with me.
I didn’t object because I knew he’d still let me see him.
Right now I am home alone, bored out of my mind and it is frustrating. Dad won’t let me go out yet. The doctors want me to rest and heal completely.
The cuts and bruises are still visible, but they don't hurt anymore. I am sitting on my bed in my boxers and a wife beater, playing a game on my Xbox when I feel my phone vibrate.
I look at the ID and see Sam’s name.
'' Hi babe '' I say, picking up the call.
'' I miss you '' he whines, almost immediately.
I chuckle '' me too.....are you coming over today ''
It has just been a day since we left the hospital and I feel like a part of me
