I sat on the hospital bed, waiting as the doctor completed the basic checkup.
"According to the X-rays, you've got a few bruises from the impact and some minor scrapes. That's practically a miracle."
A miracle?
I glanced at Blake, who stood a few feet away, deep in conversation with a blond man.
"And Blake?" I asked, remembering him shielding me during the crash.
I was very certain about what I had seen.
"Oh, that gentleman's in much better shape than you. He barely has a scratch."
Was it because he was lucky?
My head swam with questions, but no one seemed able to answer them.
"Carly! Are you okay?!" Bruce's voice suddenly cut through my thoughts. He rushed into the room, his face full of worry.
The moment he saw me, relief washed over him. "Thank God!"
"I'm fine, really. Just s
