@missingdiigits
"Mike,” she murmurs, her voice coming out a little raspy as if her voice box hasn’t been used in days. She licks her lips. The throbbing in her cheek is finally gone, but make-up fails to cover the bruise entirely. Fingertips with chipped blue nail polish tug on the long sweat shirt. She feels tiny and out of sorts in her own body after everything that has happened. She thinks she’s the first to be finally released from the hospital, so naturally her first reaction is to check on the others. Mike’s hospital room just happens to be the closest to her. Has it been a day or two? She lost track of time. Green eyes dart across his bruised face. He looks like hell, and she almost says it but she stops herself. It sounds cruel. She thinks of how things used to be easier. Her feet guide her closer to his bedside, and she offers him a small smile. “Ready to get out of here yet?”
