Casey had been in the hospital for about a week. Maia had come to visit her, and the man with the brown hair was almost always there. They talked a little, but he helped her a lot. She didn’t understand why, didn’t even know his name. Damien, on the other hand, was a complete enigma to her. She hadn’t seen him much, but the doctors always told her he slept in her room, came in late at night, and left early in the morning, and that just puzzled her.
“Good morning,” the brown-haired man said as he entered the room.
Casey smiled at him, “Good morning.”
He had brought her breakfast, and he set it on the table, a glass of orange juice, sausages, waffles and eggs. Her stomach rumbled, threatening to shake the whole room. He smiled at her knowingly.
“Someone’s hungry,”
“Give a girl a break,
