I stand beside her bed.
They’ve taken what feels like a thousand different scans and tests. They’ve given her painkillers, but her body is still curled up from the pain.
She’s lying on her side.
Her eyes are closed.
She’s awake!
I know she is, but she refuses to open her eyes.
My gaze falls on her hand.
Her fingers are clutching the bottom of my T-shirt, holding on to me so I’ll stay close to her bed.
I thought she was afraid of me more than anyone else…
But apparently, that isn’t the case.
My hand moves toward her hair, intending to brush it away from her damp forehead.
Halfway there…
I change my mind.
I pull my hand back.
One of the nurses walks in.
She gives me an uncomfortable look.
How many people have looked at me like that since I got here?
Everyone here probably th
