Lance opened his eyes and flinched when he tried to move. His side hurt. He lifted the blanket and moved his hospital gown aside to look at the stitched wound. It hurt like hell. Lance laid back and looked at Cassia sleeping in the chair next to his bed. He was glad to see she was unhurt.
“Oh my god!” He heard his mother cry as she and his father came into the room. Her cry woke Cassia as his mother rushed to his bedside. She stroked his hair and looked like she wanted to cry. “My baby.” She whimpered. “Are you ok?” She asked hugging him.
“I’m fine.” He said prying his mother off him. He flinched when her hand touched his side. “Easy.”
“The hospital called us, and we flew out right away.” She said adjusting his blanket and fussing over his pillow trying to care for him.
“Eve, honey le
