Rhys
"What do you think is going to happen to him?" Kayden asked, his voice trailing off into a long, heavy yawn.
The hospital room had fallen into a deep silence after everyone left.
Neither of us had spoken for a while, the only sound was the rhythmic, pulse of the heart monitor and the steady, reassuring beat of Kayden's heart under my ear.
I was lying carefully beside him, my head resting on the small patch of his chest that wasn't covered in heavy white bandages. I made sure not to put any real weight on him, terrified that even my breathing might be enough to snap a fractured rib.
I'd thought he had finally drifted off until he spoke.
"Do you think they'll ever let him play hockey again?" Kayden asked another question, his warm hand finding its way into my hair. His fingers moved slowly, threading through my curls in a way that made my eyelids feel heavy.
I needed to sleep.
