She looked so frail, so tiny.
The entire right side of Bella’s face was bruised, with an ugly black bruise centered on that beautiful cheek. That and the ebony of her hair seemed to make her skin snow white, almost transparent. Her knuckles were banged up from pummeling her attacker with all her might. Her right forearm was swathed in bandages.
Nathan pulled a chair up as close as he could, and gingerly took her right hand in his. She was still out from the anesthesia and the pain medications. He leaned forward, touching his forehead to her bed, and all the worry and fear wrung out of him in silent tears.
Then he felt a delicate hand, feather soft against his hair. He lifted his head and saw those blue eyes gazing at him drowsily.
“Hi baby,” she whispered before drifting back into slee
