nearly gave out.
His left arm was strapped against his body. A bandage covered part of his head, and bruises spread across one side of his face.
But he was awake.
He looked at me and managed a crooked smile.
“Hey.”
For a few seconds, I couldn’t speak.
Then fear turned into anger.
“You idiot.”
“Fair.”
“You absolute idiot.”
“I know.”
I kissed his forehead and started crying.
Tyler took my hand.
“I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I will be.”
That answer I could accept.
The doctors said he had
