Meantime, Part 6

6 – Blackest Eyes Roan woke up with a start, sitting up, ready to pounce. On what he wasn’t sure, but he was sure there was something requiring his attention. But only when he was crouched on the bed did he realize he was in a hospital room, and he had no less than three IVs in his arm. Also, his brain was fuzzy like he’d had way too much Vicodin, and he was mildly achy. It all started clicking, especially when he saw Dylan asleep in a cot not too far away. And he was just asleep, he was out but still breathing, which was a relief. He hadn’t hurt him … physically  … yet. God, that was a thought he hadn’t wanted to have. But for some reason he was afraid he had hurt him. Realizing he looked like an idiot, he sat back down, tucking his bare legs...

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