Thirty-Three
Trixie
Standing barely inside the hospital room, I was overcome by emotion as I took in Crush laying on the hospital bed.
Machines were beeping, but otherwise it was eerily silent.
He looked so different lying there. Not angry. Not bitter or misogynistic. Not like an asshole that needed to be brought down a few pegs.
He was simply … a man.
I hadn’t known anything about him when we met last year, I took him at face value and didn’t think much of it. But, after hearing a little bit about their past from Emma, I was forced to recognize that just like everyone, Crush had a history, which shaped him into the man he was then.
Now, I was a part of the history that shaped him into who he is today.
And, I found I didn’t like the results.
I stepped over to the side of the bed,
