The warmth from strong manly hands clasped over her twitching palms. Her eyes were slowly fluttering open, trying to adjust to the lighting. Roxy looked off to her right to see the person responsible for the comforting touch. Much to her disappointment, it was Cole instead of who she wanted it to be.
“Cole?” Her voice was raspy and hoarse sounding.
“Shh. Do not try to speak. You have suffered serious injuries. We have no idea how you are even alive right now.”
Roxy was curious as to who ‘we’ were. She looked around the room, astounded by all the support she was receiving from her friends. Isabel, of course, was on her left side, looking defeated. Brooke was crying softly in the corner of the room, sitting on Brent’s lap, who looked deep in thought. Her eyes continued to scan the room at
