Chapter Twenty Four – Angels.
As the sunlight streamed through the hospital window, Izzy opened her eyes, wincing slightly from the pain in her ribs. Yesterday the pain was bad, but today every muscle felt like it had been pounded repeatedly by Antony Joshua.
As she turned to one side, she saw Cigs his eyes closed, sat in the large chair by her side, he had not left once, and she smiled, remembering the argument he had with one of the night nurses, which of course he won, when he point blank refused to move. Izzy sat taking in the contours of his face, the stubble on his chin he hair slightly longer than normal, but still so short and spikey, he moved in his seat now as she stretched out his large arms, the tattoo’s bulging under the strain of the muscles, making Izzy’s breat
