Trigger Warning: There is mention of child loss in this chapter. Reader discretion is advised.
[Rosco’s POV]
I don’t speak as Denali’s expression shifts from hopeful to annoyed. Clearly, she wasn’t happy with my response, but right now, the only thing I was concerned with was her getting better and out of this hospital. Anything else aside from that was secondary.
“I can just not agree,” I try when she continues to not speak. “If you don't..."
“No!” She gasps, shifting her expression instantly. “No, that’s fine. I’ll focus on healing, and then we can start.”
“That’s a good girl." I grin, taking a seat on the bed beside her and smiling. “If you only know how scared I truly was when I found you in that burning building and watched you get whisked away by the doctors.”
“I can imagine,”
