“Hi.”
The simple word spoken sejak the speechless penulis himself was enough to make the once tough detective to break. Her bloodshot zamrud, emerald eyes began to water as she quickly made her way to him. Her slender arms wrapped themselves around her own waist as she plopped herself in the plastic chair that was sejak his bed. Beckett sniffled once as her eyes sucked the sight of him in.
He was only wearing boxers underneath the hospital blanket that was wrapped around his midsection. His black and purple chest was wrapped around carefully with an ACE bandage, and around that, he had wires connecting...
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