Ripper
Four days. Four f*cking miserable days without seeing her emerald green eyes. Come on Angel, I need you to open your eyes. The doctor had put a feeding tube in her. They had taken her for another round of scans, and I felt relieved when they told us that there were no brain injuries. Her body just needed time to heal.
Becs took her father home the first night after visiting hours, but I refused to leave. Her father had given permission for another bed to be brought in, and I made sure they put it right next to hers, so I could at least hold her hand as I slept. I did the same the second night.
Butcher came to see how things were going on the third day. He tried to persuade me to go back to the clubhouse and shower, but I said no. I didn’t want to miss her waking up.
