Chapter Seven
Mike opened his eyes. His mouth was deadly dry and all he could hear was a strange beeping noise above his head. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light. Slowly, he came to see he was in a hospital bed, wires and tubes coming out from under the white sheets on top of him.
“Mike.”
Oh my God! He must be dreaming. That sweet voice. He’d dreamed of Cory endlessly until he’d opened his eyes.
Almond-shaped brown eyes stared down at him, full of hope. Their rims were red, as if Cory had been crying. Cory sniffled.
“Cory.” Mike’s voice came out a hoarse whisper.
Cory gazed down, his eyes wide and pained. “Mike.”
Mike blinked back a sudden rush of tears.
“Mike, I love you. It’s all right now. He’s gone. I told the bobbies what he did to my mum and they’re sending him back
