Lyla
“You're going to want to sit down, Lyla."
I frowned. “What? Why?"
“Please."
His words were garbled with the fat lip and his jaw being as f****d up as it was. I didn't have the heart to argue with him, especially not since it was taking such a great deal of effort to talk to me in the first place.
Grabbing one of the chairs over by the doorway, I dragged it over to the foot of his bed and slowly lowered myself into it. Charlie sat up slowly, positioning himself carefully in order to avoid all of the wires hooked around Shane's body.
“Can I get you anything?" I ran a gentle hand down Shane's cheek.
“I'm okay, love."
My heart ached at seeing them like this. “Shane, whoever did this to you is going to rot in jail. I'm going to hire you the best lawyer so that we can bury this fu
