How long were we unconscious?

Tears poured from my eyes as I watched him. I couldn't explain how I felt, looking at my mates, whom I thought would take months before they woke from slumber. It was so fucking….

Sniffing, I closed the distance between us and enveloped him in a hug, my eyes misty with tears. “Mitch!” I cried, hugging him tight.

“It's alright, I'm okay,” he assured, patting my back. “You don't have to cry. It's okay. We are okay, safe.”

“Like always, Mitch manages to steal the show,” Mike grumbled.

Breaking away from the hug with Mitch, I rushed over to him, almost jumping on him as I hugged him before I did the same to Miles, who was staring at me as if I committed a crime.

“Wasn't I supposed to be the first to receive a hug?” He pouted like a baby. “Why did I receive it last when Mitch should have been the one!”

“Complaining like a kid, are you?” I tapped his nose, smiling when he cradled it, peering at me with a frown.

“Am I wrong? You are always treating Mitch better than you treat me,” he arg