Chapter 50: Three Small Words
Carrigan
“Royce!” I cried out, my voice going hoarse from happiness and relief.
I was going to cry immediately. “You’re here.”
He was residing to my left, turned to face me, smiling to the best of his ability. His face was incredibly bruised. He was purple and blue, with a swollen eye, and his arm was in a sling, his fingers wrapped up.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Royce whispered, winking his good eye.
“You look awful,” I teased, wishing I could get up and throw my arms around him. But the pain in my leg was sending searing pain up my body.
“You should see the other guy,” he laughed, but it was cut off by a cough and then a groan.
“Are you okay? What did the doctors say? They said you had bruising, a concussion, and a possible fractured rib, but I didn’t know anything else. You were unconscious for so long, and I was so concerned. No one had any answers for me—”